Blasphemy courted with anecdotal perversity
limitless chatter echoes through the canyon
all now weeping at the sight of blind hypocrisy
catching the orbs dancing with a butterfly net
seeking a peace but tripping through garbage
sands stained with the blood from star shards
music calms the beast, but on the jungle roars
pinnacle of life, enchanted in an icy cold desert.
Tutelage from shamans moving to a spirit drum
casting vows of pious devotional decadence
earthy spirited flute touches the heart and soul
the burning man tosses ink onto the parchment.
Deep, totally but eloquently deep! Bravo!!
Thank you for your comment, Esther. Cheers, Guy.
Thank you so much for reading and your lovely comment!