Third Eye Opening

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Kundalini awakening.

Submitted: September 29, 2019

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Submitted: September 29, 2019



Vortex of the inclement skies

Astron of ironsand . . .

Insatiable - you are a black hole!

A gyroscope in the mind of the masses

Perpetual motion with jagged edges

Thorned fractals in deep sleep


O fierce fiefdoms over space and its cardinal points . . .

World's fields of never-ending rapeseed, wheat and corn . . .

As far as the buteo stoop and crab over squealing quarry


Death rays - tinsel, white-hot and cruel - strobes the carapace of mountains

Strikes the flatlands, electrocutes their arable pelts, leaving steaming loam - an oven for crispy worms



O nought - charcoal schooners of the prairie

Cough - the abominable wind, like glass, they shatter

And you, touchpaper men, who nark un-gyved fury . . .

Ye matadors of hubris - skeddadle and vamoose - before you are cinders of bacon!


O spooked are the flammable kine:

Stampede ruminant beef-engines - like boulders down a buttery piste

Martyr on the cross - scarecrow gnash your teeth


On cities - tridents incandescent fall . . .

To carpet with ash and embers a melancholy moon

Chariots on the crests of lightning leave thunder in their wake . . .

O burn do the fires of resentment on the battlefields of seismic screams!


To ye - roasted Pompeii dolls:

Metronome of extinction . . .

Inertia dawns and still water gathers flies . . .

In the very stillness they feel beyond their chard flesh and bones!


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