He That Hath Ears, Let Him Hear - Poem by Brian Taylor
The buzzing screen
In the brain
masks the ubiquitous
and transeternal pain.
drifting on the winds of space,
leaves from the Tree of Time;
telling the Seasons,
warning of disasters to come,
(or already here) ,
of evil lapping at the threshold,
of the omnipresent worm,
of the spider spinning his web
in the palaces of Kings.
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