The Resting Place of Loki

The Red Tide takes me
To the resting place of Loki
To drink the tainted sea
Of a transient society

I fall sick with the years
Of a pointless calendar
Which proposes death as escape

But I'm fooled by a kiss
From succubus lips
And shed skin after skin
Chasing progress through lives
With little worth

Bearing witness with a triadic eye
mankind's demise
While deities dance in morphing mountains
In the sky
Making love in ways incomprehensible to
Dimensional law

I can feel them near me
Working
Hoping their instruments are sterile

The gas flips me with sweet smelling
Punctures in my mind
I can't handle her complexities

So give me another shot, please
The rush of reality
Makes me
Long for Loki
And where the Red Tide
Takes me