Soul Pieces

The Lizard King has taken up refuge in my Subconscious The spell has been cast I defecate on sacred ground And the Earth quakes Sending Tidal vibrations Across the largest ocean Cracked and broken plates like pieces of my soul The puzzle doesn't quite fit together The soul is not whole You have to make the mold Carve each jigsaw into your own Tetris piece or Jenga blocks It's just me and a pile of rocks As the mind struggles to perceive something That is beyond comprehension. By: Joseph DeMarco