Thorn While

Thorn While

Thorn of the Crowns

Planted in sand –

That’s like a gown

With no end,

Brings Outbursts

Of Scepters and Orbs:

Flesh theirs is coarse,

Spirit – of Crops…

Crops of the corpses’re

Fed as supposed –

Odor of roses

Is juxtaposed

To their Truths

Wrapped in the Lies:

Crown Thorn loses –

Means that it dies…

Death of Rebirth’s

Life to extend:

Question of Worth’s

Posed to the end.

Asking is breathing –

Air’s fragile:

Spirit will rise in

Flesh for a while!..