Banished we are from God
The sacerdotal lepers
Of the moon who feed upon
The universal majesty of stardust
You cannot heal our genius
It is Increate and forever
Born of flesh but released
To the infinite embodiments of fire
Our logic is demented discipline
Owned by tribal genetics passed
Briefly through your mediocrity
The inner cuirass still shines ----
But imbued luster
Does not equate possession
Forged in Chaos
As Spirit and Flesh
We fly on Celtic wings of pandemonium
Then lavish lullabies on sanity and curse reality
We, the consecrated castaways of invisibility,
Are the Insane
Spawn of creativity:
Bejewelled, imperious, adornments of the Universe
Categories:
increate,
Form: Free verse