Morning
Glory
Visions
of the profane or I’m insane
Darkness
of the morning sees pictures with eyes shut, again
Faces of
evil stare into my soul
Rushes of
confusion for I’ve rejected the religious sugary bowl
Memories
from childhood, fiction or reality’s world of affliction
Laughing
in my mind about an air conditioned room in hell’s jurisdiction
Never
sweet faces of angels kiss my mind
This is
awake dreaming or evidence of dimensions far from kind
Sure
reason has its own comforting song
No
consequences beyond the terrestrial, the comfort of a bong
The
circle spins when the irrational has wings
Brings
the evil smile of uncertainty and possibility of a divine swing
Uncertainty
is the prostitute phantom sexuality
Makes the
seductive case for belief in Divinity
As fear
rises in reality, it’s the placebo called Heaven
Decide
for mind or emotion, that’s the burden
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