Thelonious

Folklore

As I begin to brainstorm, with grey clouds of thought matter

The novelty of the basis of atoms and the structure of belief logical orders

With words that transpire from local norms to rupture wisdom tatter

The lawyers' daze has prisons intertwined into unfazed systems

We live the unbroken promises with linguistic scripts on donkey rhythms

Morphing religions to attest to catechisms of the future

If a spirit should drown or a soul wear a frown in the distorted picture

Whence do my sorrows lie if this life is a lie?...

The birds engulfed into barren space only to be invisible to the denuded eye?

Oh life folklore

Preachers' mental incarceration at the authority of the temple

Oh death folklore

Spiritual warfare at the face of eternity burning ice until spirits dismantled

Shivering sounds escaping my ears as we ignite inverted candles

Giving animation to dry bones and mortified words on artistic revamp

Inspiration for infallibility dies in a truth attempt...