The Prophet

[Grace]

I keep coming back to this. I've put a few thoughts below.  I'm still puzzling, to be honest, which can only be a good thing  

Edit #1 -- now with new improved line breaks...

The day I fell asleep­, the lights went on
in studio six.  Behind my lids, miles of cable TV studio. TV itself could be an idol/has soporific affect on the brain
and gaffer tape twisted around Herakles
preparing hydra three ways as Hera criticised Cooking show with Greek gods
his lack of sauce.  Two fallen stars turned to boys Christ & Mohammed.(??)
on a staging ground; a city wall was raised, razed,  
dusted and fed to wolves with crossed eyes. crossed is maybe looking at 2 religions at the same time, or looking at a cross.
 
I rolled and the world turned with me.  Dido puzzled  Sleeping prophet rolls over/camera rolls
isoperimetrically and someone found the salt.  Princess & the salt
No, there is no room in this dish for an elephant,
unless poached.  Beware, the idols are burning.  -poached- stolen.
 
Here in sleep, I am divine and diviner.  It has happened:
it will happen.  Myth and man are no mystery.  -"nothing new under the sun"
You turn your back, fiddle and the world catches fire.  -turn your back on what's cooking...
Where are your roses now?  Nobody will have you.  You are evicted,
extracted, amazed.  I offer you my vision; you cast it aside.  
 
Tomorrow I will wake to blindness, rise, and tread my eyes
into the dirt. 


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The day I fell asleep­, the lights went on
in studio six.  Behind my lids, miles of 
cable and gaffer tape twisted around Herakles
preparing hydra three ways as Hera criticised
his lack of sauce.  Two stars turned to boys on a
staging ground and a city wall was raised, razed, 
dusted and fed to wolves with crossed eyes.
 
I rolled and the world turned with me.  Princesses
puzzled isoperimetrically and someone found the salt. 
No, there is no room in this dish for an elephant,
unless poached.  Mind, the idols are burning.  All is dark.
 
Here in sleep, I am divine and diviner.  It has happened:
it will happen.  Myth and man are no mystery.  You turn
your back, fiddle and the world catches fire.  Where are
your roses now?  Nobody will have you.  You are evicted,
extracted, amazed.  I offer you my vision.
 
Tomorrow I will wake to blindness, rise, and tread my eyes
into the dirt.  You will never see.