Monalisa's Smile, A Hypertext of Godly Sins
...and poetics
of the eyes - mystic
and wide open
as if the nihilist heart
troubled, the face
stoic in etching blues
mystified
and all lonely...
As someone smiles
God prays no sin, as god never
Be a sophist, nor be anyone
A philosopher who sees truths as lies
And lies as the seer sees
In gruelling eyes of wisdom
But petrified as ever
As hypertexts of godly sins
In a surreal quest
Of something else - something,
That buries mystery in a womb
Of conception, mystified
Who smiles in jungle?
The prophet asks in godly sins
To baptise his wisdom in time
His eyes closed
To his death to see the eyes in jungle
A jezzebelle paints her smiles
In mascara of Monalisa - seven colours
Of her smiles dissolve
In dreams and shadows of wisdom
...and everything
goes in soil and slumber
mystified and troubled
by the soulless eyes
that never die to see and ask
for forgivenness, mystified...
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