Haggard and strange
I came from the diamond universe
ready to laugh with the lords of the Behemoth
in the realm of sublime madness
where Pipsqueak and the sacred jugglers
bow to Cleopatras in gold
with ancient memories of the past
and visions of the future
with an opiate longing for the insatiable mysteries
of Death, that heavenly nightshade
Wisdom, infinite and powerless
chains us to dead souls
while the stars on the horizon weep
into Satanic altars of ignorance
and humanity, like the cicada
emerges briefly into life’s sad circus
only to be interred
but not without depositing
the seeds of the future.