Forward to the fevered end.
Sightless and senseless including the senses.
Toward the site of monument unmoving.
Of moments undoing with a clarity disproving.
Moving… on
To a rite of life and free will and real free.
A choice, a voice, a reason for leaving.
Coming to the ….
Disconnect.
end… steel standing, still breathing.
Still believing in believing.
Still seeing if seeing.
Steel bending. Back from life
into the grandiose boast of life unyielding.
Wielding the satisfaction of control over
controls supposedly uncontrollable.
Rig the rigid fix and eighty 6 the tethers
of weather worn leather.
Severed from the monolithic duality of
3rd Dimension causality.
Problem solved.
Evolved
Morphed metaphysics limitless.
Brightest strobe in a light starved brilliance.
Stretched between the fingers of the jester.
Silhouette of a fool and a profane gesture….
Etched in infamy.
Goat’s heart filters hoarded blessings.
Jagged plume saturated in molten recollections.
Liquid locution stutters saturnine soliloquy
Sun dried glyphs only glimpsed through eye number three.
***
Why does Psyche spill life uncannily from breadth of psychosis?
Dream death extraordinary victor or odd favor of mercy?
Shown trifle acknowledged as sagacious fervor.
Mended in sections… embedded in reflection.
Zigzagging gauntlet across face of…
Song of the light that shadows the Exist.
Ride the eclipse. Side with the Disc.
Fly with dragons and fawn over false futures.
Propose reality and catch doubt on a whim.
Trimmed in red luster. Captivated by Hate.
Manipulated by scope that captures the shape.
Spring forth from fires the frozen December.
Day twenty-nine. Warmed tender by cinder.
Ashes and butts of disgust and need.
In flashes of destruct, gut and bleed.
It crashes and combusts; erupts. It’s freed.
Now it stalks intent to feed.
Repent indeed…
Fled through galaxies but exist on dust.
Read with finality the end of us.
Dread the calamity floating under the crust.
Fed the dung that only feeds trust.
Skyward glare through the nightmare
that pours pins from the sky.
Slowing gait as sigh escapes and timber goes I.
Here on the edge perched stubborn the greatest pretender.
The happiest sadness. From fabric remembered.
And stitched with the laces of defiant surrender.
Bitter wine from diamond sphincter pours powerless blades.
Expulsions of fermenting fury. Echoes afraid.
Reverberates escape. Escape lone soul.
Squeeze light from palms. Trade vice for calm.
Rise frightless from form.
Scribe priceless with horn held
in crippled digits so frigid so failed.
Woe wails from melancholy encrypted by snails.
Embodied by apes and harmonized by whales.
Oh frail oh shell oh tell us the shame
of feeling the power but attempting in vain
to smash through concrete or soar with cranes.
Of living for wont whilst invigorated by bane.
Mourn for forgiveness for it fell with vessel.
Adapt to bitter sap absorbed through core.
For the meek shall slumber as vultures scream encore…
***
The goat has appeared after clearing peak.
It’s back from the Pure to subsist with the Weak.
It speaks of the Empty of the Sentry of the Seek.
Of the balance of the bow and the weight of the sheath.
Of the bolt of the Colt of theoretical heat.
Of absolute zero of new being obsolete..
Of pox and plague and obliteration of rocks.
Of winds that begin and begin and begin.
Of blooming likeness of zooming ideas.
Of irrelevant emotion and irreverent peers.
Of crass clarity and self centered seers.
Of pioneers of poisons of captive careers.
The goat has no choice but to voice this confusion.
To chew up the earth and belch the conclusion.
For most will a day that mourn dehydrates the clay.
Will it to end at least a delay.
But NO screams the Maestro.
There is more than one sphere.
More than two Here’s. more than 7 Clears to peer
And ponder the wonder that is wound in mystery of self.
That stems from naught yet created the test.
And bested the best. Intimidated the rest.
Why question the quest unless the question is met?
Why squander the synapse on morsels from Sage?
Why launder the setting and follow path manmade?
Why battle the dark that obscures life?
Why drop the pen and twirl the knife?
Because this is the product of life unforgiving.
A malignant soliloquy of lifeless living.
The End
Grips needy.
Causing straws to crumble loosely
when touched lightly...
Falling endlessly as empty,
hopeless murmurs with no wind blowing.
Slowing stillness demanding ill.
Gilded line shaded opaque by lifeless shadows,
towering nothingness of voided time
Teardrop forever when
I measured pleasure.
Scaled tiny-smallest being in a
meaningless myriad of quickening flesh...
Blessed once,
now my fountain is arid,
vapors on a windless night.
Long smell of pungent parasites
dwelling in powdered sands.
Lurching under atoms of corroded boulders.
Folded hands in wait,
nodding heads for the destined demise
of all who loved life but
were fallen by a cursed labyrinth
of dead ends and false oases...
Trembling from this shimmering lure
A mirrored mirage of facades.
Loving, leering, sneering
sweetness of a bitter
acrid acid that
I thirst no longer.