Guilty Until Proven Innocent

I forget that I'm real
------------------------ly fair at being fake, yet
I play a fair game with this world, forgotten and lost in its ways.
I fake out by breaking out of these childlike,
--------------------------------------unchildish ways.
F O O T S T E P S, pounding out those clumsy, unfit b b s e s
--------------------------------------------------------------a y t p

they instill
harmony, peace... one with the
UcNoIrVrEuRpStE, the serpent slithering
and, woe, weaving its way through my words, my thoughts.

through my mind.

It sheds its skin, unravelling that filthy shell
to unveil the sludge, slime and soot
laid anew to dwell in these now caves now crumbling.

these citadels, remember,
the antiquities of this memory.
post spiritual warfare,
as legends forgotten
and as myths gnarled by the
pretenseful tongue of that wicked snake.

beauty is the beast. it enchants,
i am reposed, in trance
as the psychedelic vibes raise
their anarchy between my silenced limbs.

one way in, no way out.
no way in, one way out.
there is no dual bliss.