The process of dying is initiated at the first loss of innocence
in sordid youth
we sometimes sought
a small alchemic communion wafer
that would burn unnoticed
upon our pink tongues
until Blake's energy captain
would come knocking
and perception would court deception
we would ride in cars
reading the thrum of the engine
through phantasmagoric thoughts
down red dirt roads
away from the throng of city
my eyes marveled at dancing demons
that flickered across
my retina like halting 16mm
and my mind tried to make meaning
of light and shadow
through the distraction of dimentia
Warning: Poison
when one takes this communion
they breath into dying lungs
the taste of defeat and awe
and the windows to the soul
register madness
from which some may never return
Author notes
William Blake equates energy to Evil.
A contest entry
- Addictions by starlite.
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