Awake, the gargoyle’s stone skin fractures.
An inner struggle crumbles the ancient encasement,
exposing bare flesh and newborn eyes.
As they open for the first time, they are blinded.
So the mind creates visions, whilst through a valley of infinite suns Illuminated kaleidoscopic fractal spirals in perpetual rotation,
assuming no set form.
The Archaeopteryx wanders, believing it is witness to the living, dramatic play of existence:
From archaea, to mould, to mushroom.
It discovers success as a worm until it plucks itself from the dirt as a bird. As an ape, it fears not the snake, until it is bitten on the face, and tumbles from the treetops.
It devours its own decaying carcass as a dog.
It staggers through the astral desert, intoxicated on illusion.
It trains the fire to slowly destroy its master.
It births the child.
It drinks of the blood and semen.
It gathers gold, It poisons the water.
It slaughters and obliterates. It rapes and it masturbates.
Worship the snake the Archaeopteryx justifies it’s self-imposed situation by creating grand mythologies, to absolve itself from responsibility as it wanders through the desert of the real.