Descending

[pk.]

my stomach,
filled with an applecore and nutmeg;
the wretched, in thin coats,
sleeves rough at the edges,
shift silently along
loud drain pipes and
sqeaking rats.

I deserted my people
long ago,
the lilac goat head
promised profound wishes
and godly desires.


we drift silently into
the abyss.
the screams blanked out
by sharp darkness,
twisting and turning
this odd brew
over violent flames.

 

[pk.]

It all comes down to 2 poles... One is hard to resist (the good one) the other is easy (desire)....

Wish I never started reading this stuff, ignorance is bliss indeed...

 

[panic in paradise]

^


Ignorance is bliss and that is why this is a game of thinking,
the phrase 'no way out' is only physically restraining.

Knowing leaves no room for growth.
^
says the virgo/gemini
:-x