It had the face of a luminar
Thus attracted me to what’s far –
A gigantic fire, fiercely burning
It’s body, an incensed torpedo
Those flames, a sweet spot for melting
The shape of its eyes, a glittering facet
It’s enthralled chant, a musical crescendo
And like a moth, I died inside its flames.
It’s so unlucky, you see
As to live an illusion,
Running away as to be free –
A slave to these things unreal
Chained to those beings all fake
Wanting liberation from the confusion;
Trying to catch the state of what’s real
Dying to know, for one’s own sake.
How I wished your dews were pure water;
Not infected by a poisonous enzyme
Fogging my ideas for me to deter
Things and places that will never be mine,
I was taken aback by fear, certainly
Undigested feelings burning me
But I am too, an undefined structure
Ready to break out, like thunder.
© Eiravel
