SYBIL'S SOLILOQUY

A quick fire was entered
into a doll-face weather
moving every temper
invading the world's sentence.

Whether Mercury rules
every apex of the self,
the duality will work
on lives without care,

conceiving great lies
eating the heart
while minds quiet are
just under appearances without life.

Perhaps moon cloud save oneself
under its smoothness influence,
but feelings on the brain
can destroy any coherence.

Oh, big light,
dearest delight!
thy live coal could intensify
the emotions and logic times,

but that flame can burn
every construction to fuel
the individual existence
sending to buried ways.

Where is Aphrodite
with her blanket alive?
She's there, under the self,
devouring every face,

to become the mistress
in eternal slave,
following the queen's thorn
tearing every mood.

The war is the consequence
of love's prick,
giving every feel
in an awkward dream.

And joy,
saint blame!
neither a great option.
Thou art excesses
that collapse every law.

Law, side of homeless,
friction of always,
removes its sword
to cut heads, hearts and doors,

Thus as Jupiter did once
to his father to reign
over creatures, plants and wolves,
fragmenting his world.

Chiron, healer wounded,
wanderer of forces,
immolates his sacrifice
of a reason without right.

And Heaven, there it is,
the cycle that feels
every morning, every night,
to condemn secret's size,

because providence is guilty
of the sins of men
touching with its beauty
that guarantees every knowledge.

Oh, warm illusion,
author of deceits,
bittersweet redemption
that imprisons each cult!

It's fantasy, that calm,
that separates each human
of the matter religion
to end extinct.

And privacy claims
quite attention to delay
missions and fevers
turned in cries,

till death come up
to give to that soul,
tormented by bodies,
an essence within songs.

Silence in every place,
nothing is there,
just our earth, sacred way,
raped by planets' ages.

Could have a possible salvation
under poisonous aspects
that grant those options
to live into the days?