Lorenzo Buford
Must I be sick with your problems?
Is this the cure, to be conscious of unconscious?
Should I follow the upturned finger toward god?
Shall I let venom take me on a long journey
through my mother's dark womb?
Am I becoming mutated?
I am the serpent in the upper branches
Of the tree, sliding into a infinite sign;
The sign becoming the ancient eyes
As I devour, the past, the present, the future.
Father, why have you forsaken me to my Mother?
Is my work finished when I leave her bed.
I have torn her veil, but I now wear it to know my father.
He looks at me as if he is wondering about the price of nails
And attempts to trip me as I walk through the bar carrying
A tray of seven bottles filled with my tears?
The fall from his gaze he thinks
Will bend the Bacchic wand
But who can break fire,
Who can break the Promethean Fire?
He tells his intoxicated comrades
I am fallen from their blind leader.
He didn't want to actualize his redemption
So I became fire in man
Yet these strangers in the bar bargain for the price of nails
And seek to tame my triple lightning phallus
But they make me dark in their words
When I attempt to look them in the face
When they place their drink orders
Yet would not drink from the fountain when
They were thirsty
But from the chalice holding the fornication of dogmas;
And when I walk by, they have their orgasm
As a hand coils around my leg;
As hand attempts to lift the veil to the backdoor of my body.
The gods fear
I will be the eye of my Father again
The uraeus serpent
The third eye
A power over gods
And as many I am many
And ignorant of them all
But awaken, the man becomes One
A single eye.
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