Sir Schrödinger's Surveillance
This is the poem that surfaced during the ritual I had on Valentine’s Day. My ritual drink was The Botanist. 6+ hours for this ritual. The Botanist showed me its spirit thoroughly—we like each other.
Sir Schrödinger's Surveillance
si, sono un molto monstro
mirror'd Satyrday's resound
ipsissimus è vostro
a moth's waiting for the pound
mais oui, je suis un monstre
that grin should tell on that
whilst she's saying, "je rencontre, "
and doffing a jaunty red hat.
oh, my amorphous bold sir
dost thou protest too much?
in my mind, one side alive
coded words are causing blush
Dilecta Mortis, she knows the dead
bold words might be just a one
so much touch is left to unsaid
when the cat was always done
Aaaaaaah
why fret over spilled dragon's milk?
we'll be dancing in the moonlight
sighing little sighs as any ilk
who self-forged into true sight
Why do only men have winsome smiles? What about a handsome laughing lady monster? She has a winsome smile too. :D
In Davy Jones' locker:
depths never fail the best tests
treasure chest is full of bones
sorting gold as some blasé rests
tapping trowels on our new stones
From the depths of perception
—Majeye
At least the cat is alive in the box. Look at his deadpan expression saying, “What did you expect? A dragon’s gonna dance, no matter what.” ;)