havada

in agartha did brave macuxies,
a legendary inner earth discover:
of great lands further down below,
where all your youth is recovered.
no stars nor moon, just an everlasting glow,

forever hidden in esoteric knowledge and beauty,
a lost subterranean world, a hollow earth expanding.
the goddess shall come riding on the gravity train,
she shall meet a caver and all shall be revealed.

down the slanted cavern, through dark abysmal tunnels,
the wind began to blow; five days out and five days inward.
respecting patterns they would march, seven days of struggles.
crossing sacred cold waters, to where honeycombed trees shined awkward.
two days through a gravityless middle zone, where everything flies wayward.
arriving in a measureless chasm, resting on sands lapped by fresh waters,
deep in hollow earth's cavern of rock surrounded by lava, they slept.
renewing bodily vigor among trees bearing oversized fruit,
feeling lighter than before, they recovered apollo's youth.
a constant glowing illumination from a mock sun’s fusion everbright,
shadows cast upon the macuxies dancing off godlike giants’ faces.

helped back to the surface with heavy load burdened by alchemy knowledge.
the secret kept in covenant, was soon to be broken.
snuggled in the bivouac, the sanskrit swastika marks the entrance.
blinded by the inner sun, to enter you must embrace the defiled.
as saint yves attuned, a secret world of wealth and wisdom protecting the tree of life,
will be revealed to all, when harmonious synarchy replaces anarchy’s strife.

but oh! it came to me in a vision,
lady machina and her steampunk synthesizer.
she floated like an eidolon, counting her age by the moon.
she played a song of siren, ringing in my ear.
spinning a cross cultural fabled yarn of centuries,
of shambhala, a floating havada, then dragged me to utopia.
she traveled the river styx to hades, to protect her secret simulacrum.
a hell down below where hailed abaris, the hyperborean.
with iram, in the city of pillars, beneath the gossamer sands.
she bare last fruit of men and seeks now the sun of man.
upon the surface; until the last must go back down,
and havada does float upon the waters, a sacred geodesic.
green in perfect synchronicity, with nature upon the seas.