Jan 2020
Fear not the working world, or the wandering screams that quiver and stroke amongst the shiny silt laden streams. my mortal fear lays unmolested on smooth stones of ****** white, my conscience fear not the flat earth rut, the tall imposing temple wall, or the Red roses that ***** and bore.
Splendour instead at the solid ocean with land for waves, which dug of the sea and half-born moon are made. Rebel against the dictatorships glare of the red ringed sun, which only rocks of mind can summit alone, fear not the rays and glare of sunken solitude and burnt worn bone.
Fear not the persistent ivy creep and tangle, resist to hide amongst some starry spires or derelict ruins with cold granite offerings from their formidable shade. Face-front to the internal spectres that haunt your hidden human quilt, where a skins balance crawls true, and yet worldly joys persist to endure.
Watch as the great lunar coil, ***** and silences your inner ebbing tide, see the last sparkle smooth a passage to the realms of day. Then, talk aloud to distant birds, who retort with high-pitched whistle speak, that only charms and warms to a future age.
Fear not the apple or flood, the tyrant worm in your scalp, see beyond the hollow cave of words where only a hopeless lasting flame is drunk on alters fickle, stoked blaze. Protest against the false day to come, where Roman caged lions thirst on scorpion dry sands.
Listen blindly to the waters that putrefy with rest, swallow hole the bread of peace and drink wine of silk, while others succumb to the maddening demeanour of a past demon’s bribe with trick and conjure. Confess to plagues knowledge where rats root free, whilst saints and sages deal cards and prophecies to the meek.
Fear not the ornaments of virtue or slaughter, tread water or drown amongst the rain’s cold extremities, where serpents lay who speak, and sirens sing amongst coral sheets. Rise aloft on fortunes grief, to find a shelter from the nearing locust hum. Now, try to stem the seas with just a golden holy cup, and your vision will finally see the everlasting deceitful disease.
Splendour instead at the solid ocean with land for waves, which dug of the sea and half-born moon are made. Rebel against the dictatorships glare of the red ringed sun, which only rocks of mind can summit alone, fear not the rays and glare of sunken solitude and burnt worn bone.
Fear not the persistent ivy creep and tangle, resist to hide amongst some starry spires or derelict ruins with cold granite offerings from their formidable shade. Face-front to the internal spectres that haunt your hidden human quilt, where a skins balance crawls true, and yet worldly joys persist to endure.
Watch as the great lunar coil, ***** and silences your inner ebbing tide, see the last sparkle smooth a passage to the realms of day. Then, talk aloud to distant birds, who retort with high-pitched whistle speak, that only charms and warms to a future age.
Fear not the apple or flood, the tyrant worm in your scalp, see beyond the hollow cave of words where only a hopeless lasting flame is drunk on alters fickle, stoked blaze. Protest against the false day to come, where Roman caged lions thirst on scorpion dry sands.
Listen blindly to the waters that putrefy with rest, swallow hole the bread of peace and drink wine of silk, while others succumb to the maddening demeanour of a past demon’s bribe with trick and conjure. Confess to plagues knowledge where rats root free, whilst saints and sages deal cards and prophecies to the meek.
Fear not the ornaments of virtue or slaughter, tread water or drown amongst the rain’s cold extremities, where serpents lay who speak, and sirens sing amongst coral sheets. Rise aloft on fortunes grief, to find a shelter from the nearing locust hum. Now, try to stem the seas with just a golden holy cup, and your vision will finally see the everlasting deceitful disease.
