38 years later...
Saturn returns once again,
Eyes still weep blood red, year drops.
Perplexing oculist she ponders, her reflection when mirrors observe one another...infinity takes place while strolling down infinite halls of the mind.
Gazing upon fields of pomegranates, as we travel down desolate miles of train tracks slumbering beneath overpasses avoiding California's beating sun.
Trailers lined with amphetamine gas chambers, Mad scientist with genocidal tendencies paranoid of the coming Armageddon, crocodilian zombies rise in Midwestern nations.
They preach to masses about unity positive power of the same mindset, without respect or regard to others. Or were it misinterpreted by the scholar, the teacher, or the preacher?
Why must we choose sides when they taught we are one? As the Zodiac repeats itself, Her psychosis grew stronger in this helter-skelter.
Wandering,
endlessly.
Still...
looking for answer.
LKCP2KXVII
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L.K. Cruz P.
Alien Hybrid Soothsayer Poet, Fashion Designer by trade. Currently working at a pot farm.
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