Bow To Me
A genie's lamp cannot compare,
To smoke awoken from my breath,
Slithered out in ancient swear,
Unshackled life from sudden death.
Hear me now in brazen bond,
Bow to me, before now still,
From truth ye once had to abscond,
In fevers, shaken by silent will.
From my hands,
Whose neurons lick,
The lightening to the mind.
Pineal guide to beguile,
Beneath the feet: the lands.
The tides, the sands, the echo chambers,
Stalactite caverns, incisors drip,
Chomping sedentary angers,
Stalagmite joys equip.
Crickle, crackle,
Fire burn,
Electroluminosity,
Cackle at the broken shackle,
Gargantuan pre-ponderosity.
Lexical endorphins breach,
The code of dialect,
Yet encrypt in empty preach,
These passwords left unchecked.
Anandamide is left to hide,
Before celebrities of bliss,
Confused by knowledge ever wide,
By eyes unknown, remiss.
Never mind,
My mind's unkind,
To those whose cerebellum lacks,
The able to unravel fable,
From facts I've meant for find.
Bow to me,
Not you, myself,
Dear reader if you chance,
Occipital, cortexical,
Step in languid dance.
Copyright © Beej Simrov | Year Posted 2023
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