One of these days, horoscopes will falter in telling you white lies.
The era of glass aquariums will be over, as water mixtures will be pouring into us, like a calling.
The apocalypse is back in liquid form, and the Ark is in ruins.
One is left with the option to swim,
but the electric eels will be striking.
Before you, impossibilities will take over and death the only god you can summon.
Indeed there was a reason Eden was an enclosure. Learning is the gift the gods gave to us that messed them up.
The serpent had learned to swim, and knew how to wield lightning.
We built walls and castles as precautions,
an irony since we came from Paradise.
But whatever the difference,
we already discovered danger,
and maybe, this is why we invented
first aid.
YOU ARE READING
Live
PoetryOur hearts are brave as fire, minds gentle as earth, dreams are fluid as water, and our souls are as free as the wind. (Poetry and Prose) #2 of the end-live-begin trilogy.
