3-6-5 4-3-2-1 – Ignition

My heart burned within me like a molotov cocktail
Melting atrophied organs of sense and perception
Third eyes blinking open from awakenings rude
Iridescent night vision seeing sights long subdued.

Tricksters, gods and monsters find themselves drawn in
To boys kicking off the covers revealing themselves to be men
Without apology.

Things hidden share secrets by flickering flames
Word-making devices now turning a page.

Ruthless grace shows up – mercilessly – picking me off the ground
Charred nuclear shadow where unused conscience once lay
Shrugging off my hangover from that first awful drink
‘Good’ and ‘evil’ hallucinations – that overripe fruit.

“Get up, Man,” Kali taunts me, blue angel of death
Shrunk heads of men who died trying hanging mute ’round her breasts
Her lips curled in kindness, a shared moment between us
Daring me to do better, Mars rising from Venus

While Michael, archangel, the template of me
Stands silently, original, master of all that he sees
Bedouin warrior of Thrones, desert Jinn and bright devils,
Has work to do once my apocalypse settles.

Alchemy seeps down deep in my bones
Leaden dreams long abandoned now spin into gold
Boy’s nightmares arouse to find themselves man’s playmates
(Amid tonight’s deadline and next week’s penciled play-dates)

Eden – alas – left me no forwarding address
Shangri-La (from saved seeds) now blooms in its stead
Could this garden-city be New Jerusalem’s nest?
I’ve been saving ’till now; it’s time to invest.

The invitation is intuition
A ceremony of recognition – my body and blood’s rhythmic repetition
Mercury’s metal on my tongue and sweat on my brow
Life’s transubstantiation – here and now.

Remembrance is re-cognition
Re-membering this disposition
That gives rise – then and always – to original face
Holy Sun Absolute shining shelter and grace

Kindling the compost of what had begun
Seraphim and Destroyer erect such a pyre
Food for the moon from all left undone
“Why not be utterly changed into fire?”


8 Responses to 3-6-5 4-3-2-1 – Ignition

  1. Daniel Maurer November 19, 2014 at 10:44 pm #

    Superb piece. A masterpiece, really.

    • Mike Morrell November 20, 2014 at 1:16 am #

      Thanks, Dan! That means alot, coming from a wordsmith like you.

  2. Diane Mazer November 21, 2014 at 9:21 am #

    Absolutely Amazing. Love it ….Namaste

  3. Sonja Solter November 24, 2014 at 4:00 pm #

    You’ve caught it, without capturing it in the rigid, boundaried sense. I am reminded of GoT Logion 13. You are “drinking from the gushing spring,” Mike.

  4. Johnboy Sylvest January 22, 2015 at 3:03 pm #

    shadrach, meshach, abednego
    and mike morrell …
    all know that one person’s heaven
    could be another one’s hell …
    by praising in the fiery furnace
    would thereby live to tell
    of the living flame of love
    juan de la cruz knew so well!


    • Mike Morrell May 9, 2019 at 1:18 am #


      “God Himself is Paradise and punishment for man, since each tastes God’s energies according to the condition of his soul.”
      — Gregory Nazianzen

  5. Alita January 2, 2016 at 5:34 pm #

    You are a STUNNING poet, this is remarkable.

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