Enter at Your Own Risk
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Enter at your own risk,
the boots of your brothers will trample you the way.
Someone’s guilty of your forced entry into this world.
You came screaming from the vaginal cage,
covered in blood and looking for a fight.
You spin on a blue ball, that spins on a yellow ball,
that spins on a black hole that spins on a center of a beginning far, far away.
We trespass on balance, tipping on edges of gravity caressing gentle
brute force inventing reality from imagination.
We are something from nothing, the footprints of primordial ooze
making rules with anarchy’s boots. Filling chaos with dreams.
Passion and pain finding pleasure in the shadows of light,
what meaning there is, divine impressions of sanity,
elusive wings of empathy swim in oceans of cold black,
enlightening the way with beams of thought unfocused,
making something out of nothing.
Enter at Your Own Risk
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