Sonnet 14, Part 2 of 3

6. Softly she sits upon my knee. I doze and drift as the radio squeaks Of sunspots and the honeybee. The cab wind whistles and creeks. I sense monstrous, hidden beings Attempting to open forbidden portals To hideous, evil, inhuman fiends, Elder gods and insatiable immortals: Kassogtha, incestuous sister of Cthulhu, Craving worship and flesh to devour -- Shub-Niggorath, Ghast and Gug, too. And what of the Mi-go in space at this hour? The cabby awakens my dream to deny, A many-legged thing I spy. 7. A many-legged thing I spy, That swiftly creeps the fences. My silent honey starts to cry As sleep restores the senses. In designated, remote locations, Misshapen, proto-human forms Recite blasphemous invocations, Starting Tesla portal storms: At the Transantarctic Mountains, To the Lost City of Pnakotus; At R'lyea's nightmare fountains, To Yemen, Babylon and Memphis. In subterranean caverns at the LHC, My silent lady tries to flee. 8. My silent lady tries to flee. I force an Oxy down her throat. The phone is dead; no net, TV. A car horn sounds a bleating goat. I sit with her on the couch of gloom. It's a hard day's night to be resting. Recalling a pleasant Beatles' tune When a bump at the door ... testing. Three shark-eyed strangers, swaying. She has risen, bloated, not right. They crash through the door, decaying. I'm immobilized by greenish light. They molest her with unspeakable sin. It's a beautiful world we live in. 9. It's a beautiful world we live in. That Devo lyric the sound I hear. Repeating cycles of Yang and Yin. Darkness consumes light in fear. Wrought from multi-infiniverse string: Voyager probes sing DNA pattern; Kong is the eighth wonder world King; Flying parallel the rings of Saturn; Andre the Giant, Bismuth crystals; Jupiter spins its great red spot; Machu Picchu, Yellowstone thistles; Red bananas and old Martian snot; Pyura chilensis (living rocks loving). A hole in space needs plugging. 10. A hole in space needs plugging. That's what I saw; but, I must have been dreaming. Alone. Angry. That vicious mugging. A connection to others who can see this scheming. Why now? Perhaps, a rare cosmic alignment; A natural or premeditated dimensional break. The solution is clear: capture and confinement. With senses enhanced, I cause allies to wake. Thankfully, most of the planet has yet to succumb. She was taken by monsters, forcibly -- or, voluntarily. I wait patiently, in misery, for smarter ones to come. Save for insanity, the Summer day proceeds ... warily. The room is crowded with new friends who begin: They came to devour and sin.