January Sixeth

A dark stain upon our land, the mere moment Mars transgressed into Taurus. We must remember that the life path of all actors are self-chosen and must be experienced, as are our own.

The illusion of dissolution.
The assertion of comprehension.
Fixation leading to perplexion...

Inundation in a sea of undoing,
Forgetting that we undulate.
Amid the highs and lows,
We float.
Ever pristine, ever green,
Ever asleep.
Just at the tip,
Amnesiatic.

Granting amnesty but doth thee fogiveth?
Does a truce mean peace is given?

Disorientation allowing percolation;
By the unruly Uraniun’s doing
And the Martian’s chaotic fire.
Some seep deeper into the mire
Others evaporate reaching up ever higher
What doth thee desire?
What does the soul require?