Siren spectres

Words spinning like carousels

caress the shorn side

down to the cellular level 

everything collides.

nothing coincides.

we have pride, but cant let go.

dropping, stopping foolish patterns.

drawing demons in the snow

the ego shimmers,

and the wind begins to blow.

eras of elusive content meant

only one frim heaven-sent.

we are disavowing and disallowing

ignorant thought-wave

zen pehenomena,

to trigger and spurn

any two

to learn more.

better lost,

than  never found;

my broken soul is trapped

and bound.

buried cold and lonely 

in this sacred ground.

when torrents rush me off

to pieces,

i end describing Reeses

melted-chocolate flow.

the gold-winged  contemporary angel knows

Pinocchio is but a liar;

gardens grow futile with his nose.

Death throes of

the serpent dethroned

i guess i should have known

or disbelieved...

Author's Note

Ignore grammar please :)