Dementia

Dementia (This is Last Grass)

As the margins blur

On a silent camaraderie

Of bohemian grace

Static electricity flows

In Pharaoh’s ante-chamber

Mystic lady beheld

The gilded, golden goblet

To the thirsty eyes

And let it flow down

Below the melting skies

Elephantine shoals

Swarmed over cities awash

Of silent memories

Stories long dead speak

On a past pleasant dream

Drink to the lees

Sirens whisper lullabies

To Ulysses here

As he slept content

Sinking into golden sand

Devils old and new

Now gather in earnest

They dance merrily

Around soul’s bonfire

Mist descends to warmth

On these hillsides

Of rocks and old moss

Disturbed on them

A spirit lingers singing

Till daisies lull and sleep

Ethereal foam rides

On waves of unseen beasts

From the depths

Of silent unimaginable

As the oceans lie in peace

Heavens crumble

To ashes of loneliness

Lemon grasses

Waft in the restless winds

Gently hang down sleepless

The barmaid flatters

To deceive intimate millions

Craved on flesh

Carved on scarred faces

Demented souls of the gods

The lone sentry stands

Holds the glister tipped spear

The century old stand

Of earth smeared red of blood

With souls rung tearless

Cauldron of destiny

Seethe on the horizon of dawn

Albatross of hope flies

Destiny woes the wings aged

Over the waves he sinks to rise

Like a bird endless

An idea boundless of time

Unspeakable silence

Of universe collapsing inside

The rhythm began churning round...and round...and round...and...

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