The Needle

From the dome
high above
a thread of finest silk
finer than that spun
by the smallest spider
Dainty daughter of Arachne
tick tick tick

A Silver needle
suspended
in the center
of the labyrinth
the omphalos
the nave

The point
where the light
through the rose window
high above
tracery shadows
center on the center
tick tick tick

the tip sharp
taps the stone
where the two arms meet

does she wait above?
fishing for souls?
I will make you
fishers of men...
My son,
this is how you do it,
see?
up (quickly)
down (slowly)
up
down
up
down

the thread vibrates
shimmers the light
of the non moon
not shining
in the empty sky
above the city
of night

Sleeping there
below the altar
two men dreaming
do the men dream the city?
or does the city dream the men?

Christ has left his cross
and is nowhere to be seen
the crown of thorns
floats empty above the altar
blood stains the floor beneath
stains the altar
the monstrance
the host

Smoke rising from the embers
of the shattered door
drifts slowly
toward the needles tip
glittering in the
light
of the black moon
tick tick tick

Saul, you killed my brother
a voice whispers
in the minds of the dreamers
they see
the white bird
the dove
falling

bloody footprints
trace the path
step by step
to the center
of the labyrinth

the needles point
wrapped in smoke
sinks through the floor
through the center
the omphalos
the knave
the sacred heart
pierces the sleeping mind
of eldest

father...

awake.