My Devastating

Malnourished as the trait with our fervor half past dead
We come out from chrysalis into the vernal day.
Instincts so unthought and our light heads blown away
With the ephemeral grace.
Hungry for the love and warm we came to everlasting flow
Like cattle to a glow.
Like cattle to a glow…
And usually so straight and calm coming over as you were,
You were diurnal that I tried to perpetuate.
Flimsy in a bate and mithridatic to the fate,
You learned to fly,
I followed you and slithered.

Once, once we have been waves
The fire of forsaken caves
And we have listened to the rain.

Once we were tide
In the Nordic black and white
In the autumn of abide
Never changing…

Now the vibe is disturbing as the songs are all sung
And the tune is distorted like pale winter sun.
There in my mortal silence echoes thunder of past,
Just the voices of strangers, words of fear and of lust.


How can I tell you what I know?
I think it’s time to find the way back and to bring us home.
To disappear like a glow in the Alchemist’s cave forlorn.
To breathe the poetry into the heart of a solipsist
As God once blew that life onto the clay, so self-sufficient.
The parallel unheeded world,
Unheartsome world.
Like Wormwood Star that conquered waters then…
And once again so straight and calm coming over as you are,
Become the tiger-moth of greed to your defame,
Worship the limit of the depth,
The limit of all warmth endowed with fears.
As I sip my golden dandelion wine
To bittersweet with tears. 
   
Once, once we have been waves
And we have listened to the rains.
In the Nordic black and white
Once we were tide.

And I let loose my memories of heaven and hell
I’m standing here little boy with a sea-shell
Put to my ear, when no one is near.
Listening to choirs of sea in the rain
Fooling myself it would be back again
Crying my love out, blackout of belief
My devastating eternal motif.
My devastating…   

It is the end of everything!

So return to your chrysalis, state of unborn.
Promise kept is much worse than a fake promise sworn.
Premonitory dreams are better not to come true
Let your child-soul stay home now, just don’t get it through…

Don’t get it through…
Don’t get it through…
Just don’t get it through.


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