The buzzing in the Brain
forms a screen
so that what is really quite plain
is hardly heard or seen –
ubiquitous and trans-eternal Pain.
Voices
drifting on the winds of space,
leaves from the Tree of Time;
telling the Seasons,
warning of disasters to come,
(or already here),
of evil lapping at the threshold,
of the omnipresent worm,
of the spider spinning his web
in the palaces of kings,
of the need for mindfulness;
and purity.
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