Azathoth

Ancient Azathoth,

who dreams the shape of secret things,

elaborations,

created,

while in sleep he lies.

All magicians and emperors alike,

dreamt.

Mental ink lays

out all reality,

midnight rituals

to morning routines,

timed and played out in his mind,

but he’s not aware.

Shhh, we must float along

all of us must float through time,

actors played upon his stage, 

fearing,

at the trumpet blast, he’ll wake,

and all life will shut down.

The tangled drama of the world shall melt.

© Linda Imbler