Little Plain
Little Plain
"Mind from matter won't mind."
Softly the cryptid walks atop the dam.
She sees woods to her left and a little
plain to her right.
Ah, she thinks, the sun's so bright
on the plain, warm. Hiding in the woods
makes no sense.
Like a sledder, she slides down the face
of the dam on her butt, casts a web
toward nearby pines, then swings
laterally out on air over shrubs,
past spillway, and onto a path leading
to the little plain.
Across the plain and over the horizon
is her Father's castle where she was raised
as a little princess until her Change Of Being when her Tree's family brought her back to
the forest above their dam.
Abba, she thinks, all the ways to our
Lord, our Father, on the rip rap
down to the little plain.
Her cloak conceals. She moves as a shade
across the grassy knolls and lingers at her
old mentor's cabin.
They're right behind their front door
as though waiting for her to arrive.
"Lilith," Mentor says,
"How sweet of you to visit.
I was just seeing you in my dream.
Are you on the path to visit our Lord?"
Yes, and I'll need your help,
she thinks.
"I plan to attend court, but He may
not deign to see me."
"I wish I knew what to
tell you," Mentor says.
"Come with," says Lilith.
"Let me grab my coat and hat, and I'll leave
my troubles on the doorstep."
Lilith gathers Mentor underneath
her cloak and shades their ways
to the Lord's castle.
Meanwhile at the castle, Sophia awaits
her cousin Lilith's arrival.
I hope she brings
her servants unlike last time when all
my cherubs were preoccupied
with her curly black hair,
thinks Sophia sulking in a corner
of the throne room as Grandpa Time makes a presentation to the Lord.
"You know I love you, baby, and I don't know why…"
VERY NICE DID YOU MAKE THAT?
"From the future, my Lord."
CATCHY.
"Yes, I have more, like, All the birds in the birdcage sing, rockin robin…"
RIGHT, HAVE I CREATED ROBINS YET?
"No, no, not at present."
HMMM…
"…"
WELL WHAT ELSE DO YOU HAVE FOR ME?
"Tea."
"Oh, I will try that," says Sophia.
"Here's a cup," says Time.
"Delicious."
YOU'RE BEING IRONIC.
"She doesn't sound it?"
"Really, delicious."
TEENAGERS.
"Daddy, don't hurt me."
"Yes! That one's from the future, too!"
TOUCHÉ…
"When's my cousin Lilith arriving?"
"Three hours fifteen minutes from now…"
JOY IN THE MORNING.
"It's afternoon, my Lord."
"He's being ironic."
HA.
Lilith uncloaks herself and Mentor
outside the castle gates.
Guards on the battlements take one
look and set off the alarms.
"Ach, so much drama," says Mentor.
"Dragon drama," Lilith says as Mentor
unfolds his forty-four foot wingspan
to shake off some dust.
"Welcome to the Castle of the Immortal Plane," says Gatekeeper. "How long will you both be staying?"
"At least a week," says Lilith.
"We can give you both adjoining suites in bachelor officers quarters, then we'll see what's available if you're staying longer, all right?"
"Thank you, Gatekeeper," says Mentor.
"Thanks," says Lilith.
"Our pleasure, as always," says Gatekeeper.
Lilith pauses at the threshold and thinks,
Problem with description is you can never
get the breadth width height vista
or vastness of a place as its space
won't really fit inside
the listener's mind
so why even try?
Lilith and Mentor absorb the view
from gate outward to fields
of bristling coneflowers
that rustle in the breeze.
Some errant angels glide
overhead. Seemingly they hover,
waiting for Lilith or Mentor
to fuck shit up.
"That isn't our
reason for visiting the Lord."
Sophia corners them next to the stables. "You brought Mentor as your sole servant?"
Mentor says, "Marvelous to see you as well, Sophia."
Lilith says, "Hey, what's shaking?"
"Cousin, you notice the mélange on earth? Some of our offspring have been busy!"
"Yes, speaking of mess, let's move on from the Lord's stables," says Lilith.
"I agree, Sophia," says Mentor. "We'd just hate if these humans become even more narcissistic than you!"
"I know! How presumptuous! especially since I haven't even invented Narcissus, yet!"
"Well, pick up the pace, girl," says Lilith. "'You know that Rome wasn't built in a day'!"
"Say, Grandpa Time was just playing that song to our Lord, a second ago! Quirky!"
"He's into songs, now?" Mentor asks.
"Your humans," Sophia says, "One minute they're trying to dip a cookie into coffee, and the next they're on the floor, convulsing to beat the band."
"Orgasm?" asks Mentor.
"I haven't invented coffee, yet," says Lilith.
"Our Lord has become preoccupied with them."
"Coffee?" asks Mentor.
"Can't you distract Him before He fools them?"
"Have you met your Father?" asks Sophia.
"He says He's our Father," says Lilith. "But the Ghost has been hinting otherwise for the past millennium."
SHOULD CHICKEN TASTE LIKE CHICKEN TO A CHICKEN?
"Father," says the trio.
I HEARD Y'ALL AMBLING ABOUT.
"Lord, what news?" asks Mentor.
TODAY'S A BIG DAY FOR MANKIND. THEY'RE DOMESTICATING THEIR FIRST ANIMAL: A BIRD.
"Fascinating," says Sophia.
"Too challenging too soon?" asks Lilith.
"GREAT QUESTION! HOW WILL WE FIND?
"By giving them a domesticated bird?" asks Sophia, glancing slyly at Lilith.
NO NO NO WHERE'S THE FUN IN THAT!
"Sorry," says Mentor, "What is 'fun'?"
CHERUBIM GIVE ME EXAMPLES LIKE 'SHITS AND GIGGLES' OR LIKE 'TAP ANOTHER KEG' OR 'DEARLY BELOVED'
"Grim," says Lilith.
The Lord excuses Himself,
and the trio decides it's
time for popcorn or something
like it, so they head
over to one of the castle's
many food courts —so to speak.
"I don't know why," says Sophia,
"But lately I have a sweet tooth."
"Sorry," says Mentor, "What's 'sweet'?"
Perhaps at this point,
an explanation might help:
All these folks on The Immortal Plane
are ceaseless, but in order to order
they have lapses. For example, I, the Ghost,
encompass all
because I, the Ghost, am an opposite
to entropy.
Sophia thinks,
Lilith uncreates what I
invent while Mentor enjoys keeping
score.
The Lord manifests me, the Ghost, sometimes,
and at other times transforms into whatever.
All the entities on The Immortal Plane
manifest me, the Ghost, plus transform
into whatever on other planes, too.
Lilith thinks,
Sophia manifests things
like the earth after she has too many
cucumber sandwiches at tea.
Yes, the earth bubbled up last week,
"…and it's been THE TOPIC."
"This Key West Food Court has all the new
tidbits from rock shrimp to hand-cut fries.
All my seraphim just fainted when these earth
victuals appeared!" says Sophia.
"I feel like 'We've Been Here Before'…"
"Oh, Mentor, too much info!" says Sophia.
"Yes," says Lilith, "You might be betraying
a confidential flashback, here, with The Doors
or something, eh? Mr. Wizard, himself."
"Don't tell Grandpa Time or he'll make me
sing 'Love Me Two Times' till I'm blue
in the face!"
"Yes, Time's recovering from dementia,
yet again," says Sophia. "That recording
angel has a hell of a job."
"You rang?" asks Luzbel from behind
a tapas stand.
"Hey, bro!" says Lilith. She gives him a big hug which he grimaces through and feigns pushing her away while hugging her back at the same time. "Sophia must get to see you all the time."
"Whenever I need a pick-me-down, yes," says Sophia. "Speaking of which has our mother popped around to visit you?"
"She gets a bit exasperated around me," says Luzbel. "She's angling for some changes this time around the carousel, but Grandpa Time refuses to broach the subject with our Ghost."
"This is why Mentor and I have come to see y'all."
"Not for our witty repartee?" asks Luzbel.
"Lilith wants a new role this repertory season," says Mentor. "She also senses the twelve actors auditioning on earth might like some new parts."
"We might be able to salvage some entropy from all this chaos," says Luzbel.
Lilith thinks,
There goes Lulz
with his over intellectualizing.
Dad is more like SEE HERE SEE HERE
SEE HERE HERE HERE THERE…
"Chaos, schmayos," says Sophia, later. "Luzbel has great recipes and a daddy complex."
Lilith and Mentor nod appreciatively.
"But he also has charisma," says Lilith.
"He's perpetually horny, you mean," says Sophia.
Mentor says, "And how."
"The Holy Ghost open the Father's raiment and mingled the milk from the Father's to breasts," says Lilith.
"Which was unknowing those who drink it or near His right hand, the spirits?" asks Sophia.
"You're saying the Ghost might have deprived Luzbel and the rest of us of something besides self-control?" asks Mentor.
"Something that it's given to these featherless bipeds on earth." says Lilith.
MAKES DOUBT AM REAL
"My Lord!"
MAKES NEED TO BE HEARD
"My Lord…"
OR NEED TO BE RECOGNIZED
BECAUSE HAVE BEEN IGNORED
AND SO DOUBT THAT REAL
THAT OTHERS WILL SEE
BECAUSE WHY
"Dost thou wish
to be alone?"
WHERE DOES THE CONFIDENCE
COME FROM TO SAY THEY WILL LISTEN WITNESS AS THOUGH GIVEN PERMISSION
TO CAST ASIDE ANY DOUBT
ABOUT WHAT THEY HAVEN'T
WITNESSED
"This reminds me
of humans
yelling at their
TVs."
HUMANS ARE SO WEAK THAT THEY
NEED A GOD TO FREE THEM
FROM THIS WEAKNESS
THAT A GOD CREATED
"Because only a being
from a higher
class of entities can chain
or free humans…"
AND FOR THIS THE HIGHER
CLASS BEING WILL BE PUNISHED
[mythopoeia]
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