The sands of time

I will join the folds of this metaverse

that persists in living through motionless

moments .

 Silence falls over the sad hill cemetery 

  The old  gunfighter  is dead .

    Beloved pistolero .

   Freeze frame .The reality begins .

 The sand in the hourglass 

continues to flow ever higher 

in search of a sublime whisper...

 But no matter how much you try

to turn it around ,it stubbornly

keeps coming back to the past...

 This  trick is nothing more 

than a tragicomedy  that defy 

god absence ...

 Mister Bean in heaven forgive the son !

  You who profess lavatory expertise,

 four season merchants ,

fertilized by so many children's lies.

Open the window onto the womb 

of the void ! 

 That the grain of sand born of the stars

 disrupts the machinery ! 

  But how to break the cotton chains ?

I would have been nothing  but 

that nihilistic prophet penetrated 

by the dark desire of the fruit ...

 I'm finally going to run away 

 from you philosophy !

   Suppository that makes fool believe !

 Throw all that fioritura into the fire! 

 Turn crowd around the dying quantum !

Spirit that will dissolve in the organic delta,

 fragmented whole of multiple atoms...

 It's time Herr doktor Freud  to autopsy my soul !

  '' I only see patients that have signed

     a pact with  the serpent ! ''

 even before dying I'm still not crazy enough ...

I must continue to turn this damn hourglass

for eternity to find the salvation ...

  Sanctified  spoonerism .

      Amen !