Quicksand

I'm closer to the Golden Dawn
Immersed in Crowley's uniform
Of imagery
I'm living in a silent film
Portraying Himmler's sacred realm
Of dream reality

I'm frightened by the total goal
Drawing to the ragged hole
I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thought
And I ain't got the power anymore
No I ain't got the power anymore

I'm the twisted name on Garbo's eyes
Living proof of DeGaulle's lies

I'm destiny

I'm torn between the light and dark
Where others see their targets
Divine symmetry

Should I kiss the viper's fang ?
Or herald loud the death of Man
I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thought
And I ain't got the power anymore

I'm not a prophet or a stone age man
Just a mortal with the potential of a superman
I'm living on
I'm tethered to the logic of Homo Sapien

Can't take my eyes from the great salvation
Of bullshit faith
If I don't explain what you ought to know
You can tell me all about it
On the next Bardo...


I will be in the city of sin on July the 12th.
X vienes ? di q si !