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Scott Timmons Poem
The Shadow of Spiritus Mundi;
Spiritus Mundi is all about.
Yet only dimly upon the dawn.
"Skryer! See into then reflection, assist in me!"
"Beastly factions dry up oceans of humanity.
As the sandstorm blows... straight through me.
Belief has become a static thing." Said he;
Well then, God will just have to stand up for itself,
when the time of good judgement arrives."
Spiritus Mundi all about. Reduced to its shadow self.
"Go on now, look beyond your library of tears!
Skryer! Assist in me, damn you. What more can you see?!"
"I've already given my final account,
"Beastly factions dry up oceans of humanity.
As the sandstorm blows... straight through me.
Belief has become a static thing." Said he;
Such is the shadow of Spiritus Mundi.
The shadow self cannot stand on the tier of the wise.
One must be one without a shadow.
Yet only in darkness can that be.
Such is the shadow of spiritus mundi.
The skryer is now dead and one cannot see,
here in this weird room called infinity.
Aargh! Who left the damn door open to
this blasted heath of a place anyway?!.....
Skryer!, SKRYER!"...
Mad is he... another MAd-V
The shadow of Spiritus Mundi, is all about.
Copyright © Scott Timmons | Year Posted 2019
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