Dolmens and doorways

Feel free to stop anytime. I can’t. Well, that’s okay. We’ll be there before long. On mountain tops. In moon craters, created by the Creator. Gold mines hum in the background. Our worries fade as the sun rises. Many hundreds of years ago they came here and built this place for us. Where we could sit and stare at each other, at the stones which ring around us. Dolmens and doorways. Deer grazing quietly at our feet. Antlers growing leaves and fruit. Brown bodies entwined with the earth. Young and old joined. The western fields of God. The alleyways we traveled to get here. Decorations spread on our table. Red and white checkered patterns. Humans rot and decay, but this place is forever. Come with me, my queen. My rose beds bleed for you. The bones of the Savior whistle out a tune when the wind blows through here. Come under the earth. Crawl to the hidden places. The Grey Kingdoms. That other race beside us who supports us. Turning around silently she whispered: Save me! I did. I would. I will. Take my hand. Weep into my canteen. We’ll get drunk underwater. Coins dropping into fountains all around us. We’ll collect them. I’ll sweep you into my arms. The fission of fishes. Patterns churning out, jump over them. Take me up to where it’s good. Where the ground is gold. Where the women will wail. Place your lips around my face. My aura explodes. The fear of God has filled us up. We are waiting to be rewarded. My arms extend to wrap around the world.