Watch listen smell what glistens place will never move.. calling someone falling as a rider spurs horse faster fleeing demons of illusion’s pounding hooves..
Hear the ever sounding illusion comes in loving fire from a nothing world all life has seen before..
Gods of every nation.. most of imagination.. attempting definition of all ceilings floors.. no doors..
Memories still living times defined of hate of giving dust that settles meaningless roads walked alone.. seeing old friends fleeing through a kool aid cup took being seeking more of what is life.. illusions shown..
‘FOOLS’ I shout through weeping.. manic laughter seeping through illusion peeping dark took flesh and bone..
Come to this old palace let us drink from silver chalice for the love lost to illusion’s final moan..