Esoterica Modernica

If you go out into the night you can see a head sound asleep to languages vestiges.
It just watches the persuasion, coaxing and manipulating itself exactly going nowhere.
It sees all actions clearly but acts not!
Frustration emanates from meaninglessness it is the
same circle over and over moving inside the unconscious mind.
There is nothing human about one- upmanship the birds proclaim!
While the vicious machines burn there flesh on vanities disappointments.
Look at the violent miserable faces.
They are legion.
The fool proclaims all is Good ?
Language as the slithering, “snake – like”
you never know when it will bite?
The Snake in
the tongue hides behind the teeth.

It has charms you know.
It is useless to contemplate its moving stream.
But if it could stop for a second then they might enjoy the kiss of the gardenia
slowly embracing the neurosis with its nectar, telling it nevermore, nevermore.

And yet these bodies so treaded on, tortured by delusion will axe you down at the stop sign.