Entry's Prologue
prologue's entry
it’s as ancient as
the salt missing
in the dead sea
it doesn’t hold
that essence
in its tears
it looks over
its dominion
the souls
kissing its feet
entry point
found in the cracks of
over zealous blowing
their self-righteousness
stood on
soap boxes
they know better
let them speak
watch them
war with each other
it swallows opines
it feeds
prologue’s entry
it never leaves
it watches
the eyes of others
windows open
virtuous with bravado
pushed to believe
only when they are on their knees
when the truth monster
struts in
shutters close
not so brave
to defend, to endure
what they speak
it thinks
it waits
Prologue's entry?
it never left,
it never sleeps
Prologue's entry
Entry's prologue
as above,
so below
it watches them
in mirrors
invisible,
yet seen
soon
to be believed
it reads them,
like the other
it knows
them all
soon
to be believed
"what's inside them?
is it made of strength?
unbreakable?"
like a Vampire
it will impress promises
seduce them with
safety in its arms
it felicitates its
kind of freedom
"what's inside them?
is it made of strength?
unbreakable?"
stood on their
soap boxes, towers
the same as rosaries
soon
to be believed
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Entry” / Lisa Gerrard
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