Of man's first disobedience!

Boiling, blistering, simmering, sweltering
They scald the insides of my body.
No muscle, no bone,
Squirming, surrendering,
Imbibing more and more,
Seeking still more,
Watching the desires,
Turning into needs,
I
A sculpture, a piece of rock,
Burning inside,
On Infinite pyres of thoughts.
From times unknown,
Every now and then,
Through the dark crevices,
Spurts and slithers,
My sins,
My words.

In between...

The heaven and hell
Lying sprawled upon,
The garden of paradise,

Brooding over,
The creation of Byzantine,
Imprinting what Michael said,
Or did he,
Really?

The fantastic prophecy,
Zion, blooming,
Over the ruins of Delphi.

It is so and I believe,
Creating this universe,
Within, and the precarious balance…
The earth supported,
On two horns of the Bull.

In between...

I believe...
So do you…

?

A story.

Lost in the labyrinths,
It moved in and out,
Of myriad maddening mazes,
Wide eyed skeletons staring,
Fusing with the thoughts,
Mingling with fresh earth,
The water from the tides,
Travel to the veins to pulsate,
The stale air swirls,
Sighs and sticks,
To the zombied mortar,
The charcoal churns,
The mortar is coloured,
It stays and moves,
And moves and stays,
And block by block,
Of beings dissolve,
And guide the zombies,
To many other mazes,
Bringing along the other forms,
Dissolving, precipitating,
And when they rest,
Blithe at a point in history,
The new story is conjured,
And the epic continues…