Theme Park at its Darkest

The Goddess stirs within the temple deep

Candles flicker on the sun-burnished gong

Waked by the rasping of her naked feet

I observe the enigma of the throne

With their robes and candles, their cymbals and bells

Priests conform to scripture, and its motions

Down through the dark universe of her smell

I track along instinct and devotion

Attendant and vigilant to her needs

Obedient to her hands and what they hold

Faithful to her heart and what she loves

My beating heart and her unsandalled feet

The separate, susurrant, resonant poles

That span these sun-warmed, midnight temple stones.

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