Inside OutSabineRApr 27, 20201 min readDoors of the NightThe sun had been warming the inner chamber Dawns coolness lingeredMorning light, pale and golden Redolent of a halcyon stateFiltered down through the palm frondsCasting its iridescence on the stairway The colossal doors at the top, gilded regal sentriesThe gecko lets forth one last chirp before retiringWalking deliberately up the stairsMindful of the silence and the scarabs still drowsingThe high priest slowly pulls the door ajar He heard the noise againA vibrating subliminal resonance An abject interruption to his meditationThe moon’s sliver is no match for the ebony nightA meteor shower is underwayTektite debris clutters the landings on the stairsHe sees the soft glowing light off in the distanceIts beguiling, dangerous beautyBelies the ominous secrets hidden in the heavensThe risk, should he venture forth could prove mortal The sun has risen above the horizon nowThe stairs have liquefied, an unobstructed footpath is behind himPalm shadows only seem to define riser seamsThe gecko has nested in the fronds, imperceptibleIt will return at twilight in a repeat performance to escort the dawnThe priest must hurry and return to the chamberThe sunflowers require pruningThe day has just begunNightfall is just around the cornerHe is trying to remember clearly The truth has been proscribedIs he going out or is he coming in?He can’t pin it down without a doubtIn superfluous actuality his condition can be describedHe’s just like all the rest of us – a bit of inside out
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