With the ridiculousness of every
shadow lurking afore us all;
inevitability is a look, gained, and saw-
For what eyeless beast enters in from out of the boogieman’s
closet? Nothing but a gasp, at the very thought of such a logic.
Insanity fidgets a beautiful face;
the day your thoughts unto fears, are doth enslaved-
for war is a war, fought hardest in the mind-
a fragile mind; written all the time-
chaos is the fidgeting nightmare, made into a grin-
to smite such thoughts, endless light…
war, and war, woven like skin-
For good and evil, unto all things;
decided is the rise and fall;
it is like a freight train, used as vengeance;
it is like a fiend, wearing a flowing dress.
It is like a thought used as a grin.
But what ho, little one, endless questions ceased;
always remember you this:
That the deeper into the endless light, we go;
the darker becomes your shadow-
And the infinite gunfire admist all our world wars?
This is called the endless light;
it is like waging an assault, with the golden gates of the stronghold in front.
and nothing but shadows from behind…
Copyright May 31, 2017