I hear the wicked, honey laden whispers you
scream into my mind,
The words all twisted into origami patterns that
leave one drunk like wine.
Fear not, partake- let the silkened fingers hold
you in their grip.
Taste the drink of creation as you hold the goblet to your lip.
Let the web of the spider wrap you round
like mothers womb,
Seeking satisfaction you stumble headlong
to your tomb.
Awakening you stand dumbfounded your bindings fall away,
Free yet twisted, heartsick for the the flesh
Unable to join the multitude that dance on sparkling spheres,
The gift of 'Everything' lies unopened, your eyes
blind with tears.
Destined to rebirth once more bound to the
To seek the wisdom and light that leads you far
from the mundane.