After a millennia of contemplation
In casements and streams of molten steel and copper
I returned to that eternal integration
To devour the mind’s performance of self-slaughter;
A sacrilege to the art of genuflection,
Ordaining knees rotten as they fall to suffer!
It’s the extra groove, the sharp filaments of wood,
Rising from the scalp’s Montant of divine action,
The epitome in freedom of the white bud!
Those with heads of space between motion
Present in their twitching bodies slobbered in blood
Deceit of intellect apparent through notion.
For the silliness of the crowd’s aggression
And their characterised rehearsal of anguish
Is sewn to a silhouette by anticipation
Reinforced through the embodiment of a dish
Not yet heavy with a head or a lesson
Of cosmic sense which of formations seeks to banish.
Intellect is expression unmanifested
Into form - the form which it beholds
And contemplates, eternity manifested,
Within the shroud, shape, shadow, blade which folds
Into a guild of mirrors - the end is tested
By forces which apprehended all living moulds.
Hands bound by the rope and grip grown through childhood faith,
A spiked stellar collar of dreams and guided breaths
Tightened around the branch which holds the fruit of wraith
Known only by the soul which swims it’s endless depths;
Life is this constant game requiring inter-faith,
The courage of believing yourself in all deaths!
My hour eclipses into the convex of space,
Hands tug at the loose flesh living to be wasted
And I resurrect into the all brightened pace
As once known you walk only within the tasted
Victory of the eternal crowd’s bitter race,
The Sound of a Laughter of a Joke long lasted.