A cavernous exploration;
a trap to ravage and exploit
the misinterpreted, but

Understanding
that hieroglyphs, centuries young
to creatures unknown
to introspection are

Observed Closely
as nonsense moves mountains,
while this lame duck sits
in contemplation

Deconstructing
the revolving doors stuck
between parallels and paradise,
still unacquainted, yet

Finding
that a feverish saint,
to the ill-begotten traveler,
quickly serves propaganda:

Watching
the lone sea serpent dance
within the shark's mouth,
awakening the damned

Hoping
that ancient hostilities teamed
with pride and inquisition,
will burn our questions alive...

Even still, I am betting on My Truth.