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On time’s fabric I float
mind frantic lying on a perforated boat
My soul is a soothsaying Oracle
which, for the fulfillment of its imagination
needs a God sent miracle
I’m ravaged by storms
of restless dreams,and disturbing thoughts
that ooze out into the ocean
and act like an alchemic potion
girdling my watery, misty path
with my own disturbed thoughts
my sanity has been wrought
by constant hammering
of a toxic waterfall
My soul needs to act upon
the compassionate yet unrelenting decree of the Lord
of all worlds, all realms,of the other dimensions
his love is the sole solution
to my unsubjugated apprehension
If only humanity paid attention
to the decaying condition
of an earthly heaven mentioned
in the desires of those seeking pension
My statements do not need correction
they seek completion
of the flaming inquisition
of a delay in execution
a relay of mistakes of a billion
committed through to the burial
I possess no means to commence a rebellion
nor to undertake cover like the skin of a chameleon
for my soul is in a void of oblivion
And I have no minion
I’m a near nothing
fed by a deceptive poison of everything
my echo in the cosmos
asks to settle within my earthly cage
and grow me into pure nothingness
to achieve success of dissolving
in the then solved enigma
of the Creator of Everything
but as of now the separation is corroding
all senses, i see between me and him
an unending stack of material fences
On time’s fabric I float
mind frantic lying on a
perforated boat.
~ Rafi Mr.Green