~~ Midas Touch ~~

Mind nothing I say
Think a while
the irreversible time blown sequence
on the stage of the worst moments,
the dripping verisimilitude of honey lies
sweet on her tongue
soothing dramatic touches that reverberate
into her body as she sweeps
several shivering dewdrops
onto my chest.

Too late, reality's ultimate revision clause
operates under the guise of
a dark stranger.
Stone statues might wave their arms in despair
but you plunder on
fragmentary analytical break downs
from finality caressing day
in a long zigzag
thundered through
ahead of me.

Life swayed drunken by
those stone monuments,
Scary Island countenances
looming solid and massive
Judged me,
Their time ravaged faces
forced obeisance.
and the eternity patterns,
feel their disapproval
feel their contempt,
see the solemnity of their features grow
for their own playful youth
kneels in that grave forgotten stare.

In peace the music moves my body
Sighing softly in my veins,
Steel hard chords are cashing in
on the fibrous flesh texture,
the single note
is a muscular contraction,
the melodic chains
Like Midas touch
guiding me gently into
the orchestra of abyssal pit.