
Devouring Crown
MEDUSA’S CORONA
Devouring Crown
Dragons winged medusas stirring ether land
Beyond to a dawning milky way of creation
That in the apocalypse of the setting sun
Merlin waved his wand spell casting everyone
Festival of fire and crosses the horned and angels begins
Clouds of witches’ brew smoke burning the clearing
Holy and the unholy frolicking as the naked moon rising
Ominous deep purple shadows cast on paradise Earth
All saints eve trumpeted by the howling black winds
All across the seven seas winged Medusa’s vicious venomous snakes
Metamorphosized to invisible novel crown viruses
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(c)NDR3.15.2020
Photo: Creative Commons
Video: Sadhguru Coronavirus
8+ minutes
Staying under, out of Meduss’s radar.
Poem excerpt from my “At .The Doors Await” with added ending lines.
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