The return of Apophis

So many sublime wonders 

in this bouquet of life's bitter flowers.

Do we really love this poisonous ,

yet delicious taste so much ?

Sweetness of a summer night 

whose drama was written by a wandering creator

for ambiguous pisces sharing the curse 

of the chalice ...

While waiting for Apophis return ,

I am engraving on  the scum of my  skin

the echo of a million years in digital letters...

Endless requiem inscribed with the serpent

upon a carnal parchment ...

 Are we nothing more than the fruit 

designed from the barren moon, confused womb ?

 There's something rotten in the kingdom 

of heaven ...

 Jim Morisson improvises a '' Hangmen ballad '' 

on a stringless guitar .

 that bastard sometimes disturbs the eternal peace

of the neighborhood ...

  Breath of freedom ,which I imagined 

to be a song of rebellion !

 But I think Leonard cohen doesn't care anymore

and no longer believe in the California dream...

 Guys (And gails) Every heroic suicide  inoculation

carries within in its dose of profane redemption ...

 Having crossed ,fury of life,the threshold 

I will sacrifice a parody of vestal virgin 

on Ostia beach ...

The wave will wash away a bloodcastel 

born of the tormented poet's torture...

 In the geometry of this ordered chaos ,

freed from all vain hopes ,

  I 'm wating  for  Apophis return ...