whorls of good and evil’s manifestation.
We looked into the divine conundrum
and caught a glimpse
of the Holy Grail.
Host & hostess,
luminescent pearls of wisdom,
and devotion’s beads
draped around our necks.
These synthetic fantasies
challenged by a deeper seated scar,
what would would pass
night into day,
So I swim
against the current of the pool,
pushing my feverous and bloated mass
into the gut of some ascension.
Big fish, swallow me whole,
so I may enter into this eternal
cultivation of souls & energy.