Second Season

 

 

Gaillard missions

 

travels

 

from afar,

 

on the surface of a

 

dilated horizon

 

shaped parasol,

 

floating carelessly

 

inside the buoyant nature

 

of grandeur-

The Cosmic Ventures...

What can you tell me

of the marvels

of Beyond.

A maniac episode

of the shadows

rising above bright red coals,

a coral reef

 

of burned promises,

 

over the same set of flames

 

that stumbled upon

 

our bridges down

 

to the ground...

 

 

An itchy scratch

 

that never forgets

 

to come back.

 

 

That pasteurized

 

version of ourselves,

now

cauterized

 

and re-colourized

due to exposure

and allure

of falling in reverse

through the membrane

of   The Day.

A simple one that takes

two times a same

chance to make the thrice

 

 

goodbye

 (for now)

keep your secrets

folded unto

 

velvets

of themselves.

It's always

 

the spiders

 

crawling

 

inside the floor,

 

through the corners of

 

 

the skin

 

 akin

 

to juxtaposed

 

little pamphlets,

 

to distribute

 

 

THE GOOD WORD

 

 

of gore...?

 

 And foretold

 

it's that he's up

 

and becoming

 

 

The Array.

 

 

He arises, through the mud.

 

 

As He claws

 

away the clay

 

that buried Him

 

so many Eons

 

before

 

the tongues begun

 

to speak.

 

 

 And pissed

 

off they go

 

where the Bodies

 

foam the shore,

 

in the Sky-blue Frontier

 

embalmed;

 

make some mummies

 

made from shards...

 

 

I will get

 

to see

a rising shine

once I'm done

through with your

 

sense of

 

pride shaped shambles.

It's conspicuous

to believe

 

in unbranded

fairy tales

or formerly knowings,

cobwebs of surrounding

 

undergrounds

ongoing

the good fortunes

of The Stones.

The Flames, will tell the song.

The Ocean shall calm its mighty shores.

The Universe... will eventually retake its glorious toll.

And so, we'll all forgo, The Cosmos, as current adventures to unfold.

 

 

 

Brand new chapters.

 

 

For us to trot...