Wild Vanilla
Cerberus bleeds through copper tablets.
The red skinned angel spews the truth
Of ages. Of wood: we sing hollow
Hosannas: too many fragments
Of light – flutter past the eyelids.
I wait. Impatiently – push stones
Through needle eyes. Honey
Combed monsters breath deep. Mimic
Lies told by cloaked creatures living
On shadow time.
The flesh forever green. Pillars of fire
Illuminate infinity. Here comes the
(dis)believer of the free word. Those
that stain us – rule. Hypocrisy of the
one that deigned himself God.
Later, the fly awakens. Time to leave,
The dream has finally run out.
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