Chimeras Roam the Primordial Soup

The fog shall not lift...sapphire, ruby, 

emerald studded chimeras roam the

primordial soup.

The hysterical triad of a bleating goat,

lion's roar, dragon's inflamed screech.

The implacable lot of sublime vision...

reels the shadow of a halo.

The shadow of what's opaque...an

ominous drum beat of the collective

unconscious.

Pagan hybrid...chimera--sulphurous

manacle of delirium, pomp and glory

of madness.

Releasing opiates within the plush

chambers of your Gaian skull.

Lunar stone's throw to quashing tides...

bone-fetching chimeras 'neath their

moonlight charge at flesh.

Chimeras, no mere inhabitants of an

exotic petting zoo...pattering the early

puddles which became the Face of the

Deep.

Konstantinos Mark

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~ this piece is like a volcano, sire... a volcano that inspires me... i have decided to submit to my madness this october... i want to discover what i'm afraid to find... in the hope that after october... i'll appreciate light more than before...