Poetry

Deceit had a mitotic division, it was spreading; 
temporal print on calico. 
Possible, had many variations 
and masons were existentially tense. 
 
Frank discussion was taking place 
between fanatics 
to exterminate or allowed to live 
shooting stars. 
 
For demolition 
you don’t need scrupulous hands. 
A giant pain was visible in vibration of sun 
leaving footprints on grass. 
 
Paralysed waist down 
virginity kindles a prayer, 
labial submission of love. 
The dead faith stumbles down on climbing up. 
 
Endlessly the war goes 
between god and man. 
Estranged keys have lost the doors 
and walls are crumbling.