Logos Mythos - Poem by Daniel Reurink
Dance like the night's storm that comes upon us
Tragic it flows, from the desert snows
It sifts through the course of time
Throughout all the sublime
Thoughts on the crime?
Did the apple, fall down, or did the cloud, rain it around?
Or did gravity bend sound, to a thing in itself; profound!
That things could dub, common-folk!
Like a stroke, a victimhood, from the netherwoods
So as we dance to the flames, dust, on dust is our set frame
Like the elements we combine, to a song, a musing
That frames the poetical design
It is like a raging bull, look at the symbol
To us it is death, to them it is Ares!
Like red shot eyes, death to taverns born alive!
To the pillar, to the plunge, to the spike undone!
In spear takes it place, around a dervish mistake!
Like a soul looking for it's own lake!
Spinning webs, capturing relates,
The blood paralyzing intakes!
As the next in chain of command, the program
Has it's orders, a digital unit hologram
Above sphere's fly beyond astra
Shoot when Set, for the bend, the bow kills!
Powerful force indeed, like warriorship telepathy
From the realm were songs ignite, in the realm,
Under the knife, so such swords play, dancing
Fundamental plays, like spirits invoked, Taliesin!
Archism funded by nothingness ways
Light KA! Spirit illuminates
Praise it ways, for spherical it plays
Upon us daily, feeding itselves compania
As Chaos rules, so such do lines relay
That this song of dance, typical substance
Funded by the logos testament
To which were the sounds components
Delegate access to the place unfurled
Like a twisting nether, the gravity spins
And takes it run, along it turns along it winds
Like the drifting mirage
Gods and Heaven, tis a state
Were the realms of love forsakes
Neh is forgiven, nor is forgotten
All is together, never distraught
Harmony invokes, lightning flashes
A whole universe, dances
Tis a spell, than a thought intervene
What could this, current seam?
Other than Lightning Beams!
Space between, the realms and betwixt
We are alive in the Current Styx
Deep wounds flag the Cerebus,
But does Tartarus?
Hold Kronos, or does Shiva Eat?
Honey pollen Treats? Like a Bee
To be, is the sting, for feelings
Come and pass, to and fro
Marigolds, beautifully fold
But as desert shores, shift, unfolding
Unwinding the sand, drifting into currents unplanned
Unexplored temples, like frictions own mouthed ample
Rotundo, to speak cacophonous castes
To bring, to sing, to wing, to swing to divniiti
Ad infinitum, deus ex machina
Automatons, feel ya?
Terminators, batteries coded
Of consciousness field
Yield or unyield
Shores dust out of the eyes, crystalised
Like the shores upon, pressurized systems
They come and go, cluster as One
Sirian An, until day is Sums
Atoned, liberty sum, all is everlight
Eternity is all music in one verse
But as chaos swirls, the tone undercuts
And brings in the fold, the blight untouched
It is ancient, olden but new, refreshing alive
Coded and true
Liberty speaks around, hub and spoke
To all compounds
From within, a thing in itself
A founded Health
To know thyself, is the law
Give as thou wilt, upload the claw
Do not falter, will thine done
On Earth tis Heaven
Our wills are One
To be, to awe, the mystery
Coded inside, your infinity
Slowly, we now enter within
Dark hallways, faces of sin
Temporal skin, unfolding kin
Like rifts beyond, sight, visioning
I see the orbs, they counteract
Testament, to the current track
They are here, they are there
Like clouds of motes, in the eye
Out clouding all, never wish alive
To be surprised, by this thought
One can see all, If all can see naught!
To be open, to the sands coming in
Like mineral thoughts holographic
In between the immediate space
Like testimony beyond the race
To see inside, the formless guise
To face the death, unliving dies
To be in death dance thyne will
In initial force field stills
The lake ever holds
Our soul, spinning
All runnig down
From the North
Like temples rock
That tower above
Time destroys all things
Eats away at human beings
Eats alive the sands and crust
Tis alone, we live and trust!
To be one with all
To stand tall, like the future's call
To be alive, to soak in the Earth
For all it's Worth
Shine like the Sun
Light spoke a flicker
Tis a branch
See throug substance
Here we go, pass around
Tis the end, the sands unwind
Fall back down, with the ground
To resume form, let it pass
Now take your turn it's poet class
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