We feed upon the meat

of mystery and we drink from

the fountains that elude.

Enigmatic flows, often possessed

by confusion.

We jettison questions to

the hungry wildebeests

for meals. Romantic quizzications.

When do we fly?

We don’t. Knowledge of

kaleidoscope visions is overwhelming.

Condemning, if you will.

Or so desire – the strange and fair design is broken.

The sodomy, lashed to the walls

of our hearts, spits furiously

and in lack of reason.

Poor soul.

Capp’d with shock.

Snarl back in your attempts

for the aegis peace.

Nations will rise.

Nations will fall.

Join in arms your brother

and frighten.