Cursed with the knowledge of an age,

an abandoned prodigy lectures

naked in a sweet garden,

speaking parables of philosophy,

near a luscious gigantic sea.

 

Sit beside a mad show

worship the vision music’s whisper of smoke

beneath a horrible defunct education.

Read through the brain mess,

while Professor and Mother Goddess

fight over the wind.

Understand tongue play

to appreciate the meaning. Almost.

 

Manipulate weak-talk to produce honey.

Sleep on fluff under a misty forest sky.

Dance drunk in dreams’ lather.

Inhale the philosophy and marinate.

 

Learn to write of power and blood

while weeping in an eternal night.

Trudge through death’s library,

endless tomes in parchmental earth,

the treeants cemetery.

 

Lick bitter shadows that scream

in unlit corners while studying

“The Ideology Of All Things End.”

Read letters, the last words between

Life and Death before they parted,

from an illicit union.

 

The last riddle is smashed on the rocks

bleeding at the bottom of land’s end.

 

Cursed with the knowledge of an age,

an abandoned prodigy lectures

naked in a sweet garden,

speaking parables of philosophy,

near a luscious gigantic sea.

 

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