Do not be afraid of their spell
Red faces, false places like hell
Dark, gray spaces sulphuric smell
Anger and hate egos rebel.
To stomp at not knowing full well?
Undefined infinity swell
God is One eternally tell
Knowing all — too well, free-will fell
State of mind in physical shell
Questions unanswered by outside cell
God seeks answers by inward dwell
‘Duh’ eyes of south bay flying belle
A poem of three serendipitous stanzas with eight syllables in monorhyme.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Oh, John Jr! That’s longer than I would ever imagine, especially for your conditions! So I shouldn’t rant like this…