What wisdom is there in this cold reptilian orb?
Tinged scarlet with the desire of a thousand souls,
it watches …
watches from where
a planet orbiting a red dwarf
or from the bowels of hell.
Slithering up the backbone of creation,
myths,
legends,
and the artist’s imagination
copulate to conceive
new dominions of reality
and illusion.
We fear that,
which our minds are unprepared to envision;
we are terrified of insanity,
of going mad when confronted
by the unconceivable.
The unknown
has the potential of becoming known,
of being imagined,
but the unimaginable
cannot come into existence.
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