Terzanelle: "Cthulhu"

Beneath dark ocean currents, silted spires
That Twist and embody strange geometries
Like fruiting fungi, like refined desires
Like things wrought weirdly from corpse-candle trees
That House whose Windows look in, into Sights
That Twist and embody strange geometries
Outside of time, where otherworldly nights
Fall like black infinite dominoes away
That House whose Windows look in, into Sights
Quite unsuspected by the surface day
Is what it contains, evil? All our rules
Fall like black infinite dominoes away
No moral utilitarians or their schools
Can confine Him, who is Housed in Drowned R'yleh
Is what it contains, evil? All our rules
Are but a sheen we fein, that's passed in play
Beneath dark ocean currents. Silted spires,
Can confine Him? Who is Housed in Drowned R'yleh
Like fruiting fungi, like refined desires.


Simon BJ