Once
When the heavens were brawling
I looked up in the sky
And saw Destiny
Naked and bored
Sitting at his barometric sewing machine
His foot dancing on pedal
His sewing machine is life, its pedal thunder, its needle
lightning, its thread ornate clouds ....
Destiny spins a random funnel
Just for fun
A goblet of chaos
Into this cumulus cup
Comes nutritious souls
Filling it to the rim with sweet blood
Destiny drinks it like Kool-aid
And has a party in the sky!
On and on
Mischievously
He dances on hissing pedal
Shooting out strings of clouds
Stabbing down lightning needle
And, then, suddenly!
His killer hive comes undone
Rewinds back into its progenitor
Turns out
Destiny has been scolded by his Father
For goofing off on the job
He is given castor oil
And forced to vomit up the snacked-on spirits
Into the toilet of reincarnation!
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