InfernusA Poem by FergusInfernus
This side of the mortal coil is but the eye of the storm, a respite from chaos of a scale that leaves bullshit artists like me to wonder.
The silver tongue profligates snakeoil, consisting of 1 part the ineffable, 1 part the pretentious, and 2 parts bewilderment.
This concoction, reeking of bullshit, is so appetizing that the snake bites its own tail in a momentary lapse of judgement.
A trinity of form suddenly becomes the norm, spirit, possibility, and a projection known as a lifetime.
A serpent represented by a pentagram by some or the flower of life by others basks in the eternal sunshine that casts the glow of the moon.
© 2019 Fergus |
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Added on April 3, 2019 Last Updated on April 3, 2019 Tags: introspection, self reflection, emotion, spiritual Author
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