I am the king inside you.
I am the self worthy of knowing these flowery fields
for there is truth in disharmony, non-union
and this I have seen through the eyes of our creator
Our seven deadly days masked
with beauty
yet this truth must not be hidden--
I make a mockery of this universe because
it beckons me to do so.
And in this gulf of fire, far beyond the absurd drama
of reason, purity
I wear the blackest thorns of hatred, a visage of prophecy
that we never really made mindful.
This is the song of absolute power,
this knowledge a fruit which yields the bitter wine of
infidelity,
we will consume together
digesting secrets which subdue our senses
reaching and becoming total willfulness inside the temple of angels
unfolding.
My will, your destiny combined for eternity...
and when it is finished we three
will decide the best space for hiding from this
terrible thing called time.
September 1993
Project End of Days is a Poetry/Art project & books by T. Byron K. Studio Appalachia-VA
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The Lost Garden September 1993
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