And then it ends.
But what begins is the ad hominem.
Chagrin jokester, ominous poster.
Hominid coaxing deities for coitus.
J, having an identity is pointless.
Countless entities anointed
But all of them trite in their doings.
There's something guiding your movements
Brahma's breath. माया Maya's hex.
Distinctive Americana dress
Panorama specs. Ascending Mayan steps
Pyramidal polygon. Infallible paragon.
The paradigm of an intangible pantheon.
Athena's parthenon. Sine qua non ambiance.
The moment faith challenged the monk
Adios son. The beatific audio gone
All that's left is desecrated objects.
Forgotten dialect. Subjugated goddess.
Abandoned boxes and broken watches
Hands of time spinning with broken logic.
Gravitational forces pulling us to a path
Brooklyn rap. My footing in a map.
Harmonic sound. Supersonic bound
Moving and reaching the smartest crowds.
Tell me,
What is John Conrad's heart of darkness about?
Ivory trade, congo jungle travels to acquire slaves.
A speedester traversing the world in an idle pace.
Staring for hours into a spider's face
Cobwebs tangled around its many eyes
Yet, all the fabric of the silk thread align.
Maybe I'm just crosseyed. My mind works counterclockwise.
Introverted. Falling in love with my inner person.
One thing for sure is I'm a simpleton for certain.
An androgynous version of an ancient archetype.
Stating diatribes to get under your skin
Plato codified to make you suffer within.
Seraphic creature but a lover of sin,
Choosing Venusaur against Beelzebub
Solarbeam after his 'evil clutch'.
Smirking after leaving my tongue on your doorstep
Walk away, and relax into rigor mortis.
Metamorphosing my corpse's cerebral cortex
Necromancer living in the graveyard.
Staring into the dead's concave hearts.
Scarabs emerge to consume flesh and bone.
Etching entropy on heavenly scrolls.
Setting the tone,
Narration where even nano seconds froze.
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