Let the clock read resurrection, the diamond screaming
about demons, and God came to claim her essence; impossible leverage, racing
into mountains, many caves unlocking. Black horses, caveat panic, with trolling
seeming casual. I was with frenzy, many wiles for the fever, some element
deceiving its inhabitant.
One becomes tickled by a sight, unsaid sight is
horrendous, what has this said about the observer?
Another questions a woman’s perspective, as speaking
to survivors, what has he revealed?
I was without hope, scraped of establishment, against
a number of surprises.
Olden souls are flippant, new souls are over-evident,
unless, for travel in a yogic mind. So baptized, as it cures insides, a way of
haven hearts.
So secure with God, never participating, a bit passive,
and this is sin.
Let the clock read resurrection, the diamond screaming
about demons, and God came to claim her essence.
