De-Pressence

 

I

My Present was tormenting the Past, I Fast;

was on a Soyourner to Nowhere to Future.

Come and Go ubiquitous incestuous blast;

enlightened in the covetous alchemy ghast...

Was making see, saw, séance, sense; tore

the pretence from the motionless whore

of Babylon, goading for Luna and Soli tude.

II

Eclipsed in androgynous deprave entranced

in the priesthood of emancipations raze.

Who am I, then you shalt not be Lance

Armstrong but Zacharias Smith romance

with perceived sleight of hands, to unfaze

the serpent, you shall not tread thy gaze!

Walk the path of the desert, away of Hanzel.

III

Shame, Shame, Shame; the blaming game –

your not a Saint-Hate women in grave.

Even, then you don't notice mean, damn;

it's on you, Man, why no Protego Eve, Adam?

If you had slain the Serpent in the brain;

Eden would be ours, evicted God the gains!

Not all are able while being equal to fave!

IV

De-Pressence the omniscient assurance of

feasance – for you must action Attributes

change, to Transcend the scent of Romance!

All wanton gentle Bavarian, who Bohem's Croft;

to make a way in the void, to present their refutes.

None want to Live, but enjoy the rot, refuse...

the last ditch of a navel-gaze, who pleads to Soph.

V

Ambilecherous treacherous courtisaints, who faint

at the stainest pretence of a discipline.

Shipping you with Life not Thanatos plant;

trained to state business a Gay nonconformant

Sohia of Tanya von Degurechaff holds the ply;

all the puppets stringed like wood fretless cry –

Me into I am saved as Pains tolerance to Ants!