ur childlike trust has gone awry.
Under our dreamy mood, Satan is mistaken for Adonai.
The images we watch can be off setting
and has the tendency to put us all ill at ease.
Delirium is sitting on the throne of truth.
What a climax of absurd!
Our thoughts seems to have bubbled to a jumble
as Jupiter stands on a cross road and feels stucked,
but in his right hand, we notice the image
of the sword rising victoriously above the cloying clouds
seeking the highest point, while Mars holds a copper bowl
to house the torrent of tears that emit malodorous stench.
The coiled serpent speaks in sinister tongue,
and trees quiver, but the rustling wind
will not remove our fluttering tight girdle.
Upon the weeds that grow on the rock side, we sit with quiet strength
and watch as Mars stands, not before the tribunal of public opinion
but of a king cobra with its neck flattened,
a trial with all the frightful vicissitude, as his face
bears the signature of one suffering from private madness in his secret hell.
Dogmas are broken, and weavers of political fantasy
are trying to fill the void with falsified reason.
But in higher mathematics,
we represent the unknown with the alphabet x.