allahu.cipher

I took a walk up the mountain yesterday

To visit Old Solomon in his black cube cabin

Hidden under leaves and canopies of sky

I was tested on my way by jumping rocks

And divebombing horseflies and sunbeam spears

Tossed from their source eight minutes ago

To catch my vessel right where it would be

I passed those gauntlets as ever I do

Though not always without scratch or despair

Here I was again knocking at the portal

Of this dark and vacant forest hut

Hopelessly craving his savage wisdom

I let myself in though no one was home

As usual (I’ve never met the Old Man myself)

But the walls and the floorboards and the ceiling

And all the strata and dimensions between them

Were saturated with his supernal sense

That hint is all I come here for, all I ever need.