Two hands
Pivot precisely on the dot
When i look into the land
That our timeline had forgot
I see in the mirror
A hazey, much darker stare
An illusive allegory
More real than I had feared
A truth in a fiction
Only found to the dot of
A question
The hands keep on turning
What it means
Is what is not
A waist
Demons occupying A time of
Empty space
Spirit's toss and turnings
A serpent's tail end
Of a story worth enduring
A sword masked over
By an archetype in cliffs of Dover
A revelation between a book cover
Will he write in Truth
Or will he choose another lover?
A spirit guides
And a spirit decides
The fate of time
Rests upon the great divide.
And a happening prophet
Is running out of lines
Soul slide
Far from fate's implied
Vision of a wish
Clocks beckon for a kiss
The world is in your mind
Life ever after is in my dick
Kiss this, the tip
I'll share the essence of the Devine
When fate leaves no choice left
But to cross over into the sublime
We will be free
But you will be mine
Take the world off your shoulders
And take on the load i have in mind
It's a heavy weight to lay bare
I'll make it light if you play fare
Wait your turn for paradise to spring
We will enjoy hell in times own darkest glare
The Way
The Truth
The Life
Those reading this,
Be aware.
Be prepared.
©palewriter
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