Everything had been systematic and clandestine
During a pursuit of fragmented archetypes I began to feel stifled by a stale cognition
Suddenly, from the base of my spine came an immense surge
an unbridled current exploded forth
Scorching my chakras prior to smashing into the apex
Once inside Power was redistributed with focus set on the seat of consciousness
Slumming it in the rafters were the bickering devils
the dastardly bug eyed scatterbrains began to swoop in
Nothing more than plague ridden jesters behaving like a gang of obtuse, manic tweakers
Eagerly they siphoned prana in hopes of elevating toxicity levels
With my third eye pried open it became clear that a quarantine would be futile
Aghast, the uninspired scurried off to hide in the shadows
they mumbled segmented vignettes and other nonsense
These slack jawed rubber necks seemed fascinated by the sky
In the fallout of such calamities there ́s no lessons to be learned
Nothing else really, so I watch the stars as they ́re methodically extinguished
John Putignano 