I’m beside myself looking across the parallel,
Searching for the right thing to say I take another bite,
Behind these eyes marks a change staring back,
While slitting the fruit from the vine,
Screams of **** pain and anguish almost entice,
The nectar repelling down its face like sweat,
It knows complete serenity.

I’m at the house of my ancestors,
And still the riddles on the wall,
Have remained branded, stained,
Aside from the surrounding proximity,
I can relax just this once,
The calm before the nuclear bomb,
Or maybe just a tantrum,
A regression by fate’s whim,
Who it will be is anyone’s guess,
Considering my current state of affairs,
I’m an O so likely candidate,
For ******* of the millennia.