Hurry and the haste

Hurry and the haste....
The licking of saliva and the gum of the paste
DNA signposts to the open and festered sores
Sweating, and the actual perception of those altered doors

Jim Morrison in the divine space....
Naked prancings in the province of wicked Thrace
The conclusion of the deal and the striking of the mace
Formed fragmentations in the jigsaw of our primeval and very human face

Stupified and very errant breaths....
The kind that haunt you before you gasp your final act of death
Steaming up the gum and the last fingerprint of your bodily fluid
You never thought you would end up your life, as a mystic and a white druid

Huxley and the grande description of the divine throne....
The actual desire of the clicking of the heels to go circumnavigate home
Past the twisting and the corkscrewed hangings of the murderer and his actual fate
Death cannot be pre determined, it is neither on time or it is actually, probably even late.

Georges.