Unbolt the madness

that slithers on souls field.

Flowers fade, lush green

peace withering.

Who will call me tenderly

Tuesday when my head is

a wasteland, a desert of

intense hallucination and


Let liquid light rain down on us.

May the eyes of all

drifters catch a glimpse of a better

tomorrow; unbolted from fuzzy

promises and fibs

“Then God commanded,

”Let there be light”

—and light appeared.”

Genesis‬ ‭1:3‬ ‭GNTD‬‬

Welcome, O’ luminous

Kind-comrade of curious

pilgrims and wayfarers.

Those who encountered you

have straddle themselves in

the corridors of your twinkle.

They will fill up their

baskets with enduring truths

O’ truths, that set them apart

from the masses in blind bath.


[ Illuminate the darkness ]

Feb 11/ 2020