Paradox, Paradise, Parabol. Poem by Derek Fitzpatrick

We've bled out the clocks
Can't run,
When butterflies stop
Father Time was a son.
Feeding on fear.
Every last drop.
Loves echo is here.
I kiss her scars,
They disappear,
God flipped a Coin
Can you flip a Sphere?

Hypnotism prove me wrong,
Kiss a Phoenix
& burn my tongue.
Optimism in my left lung,
Mysticism in the other one
Snake-tongue split my breath
Stay home or face death.

Exhaling my own prison
Inhaling doubt & intuition.
Roses lost their scent
Lips dry.
Mouth drenched..
The messenger
Once again lynched
For questioning
My conscience


Dive into the paradox,
Brewing blood for the
Cavalry's cataclysm,
A marching melody
To the Sun's rhythm,
As it's just risen
Dawn's highway
Ends with 2 Doors.

One,
Holds the keys
To vivid dreams
& immortality.

The other..
Holds only fate.