To be troubled by a fantastic vision
That racks the brain and the nerves
Weaving through the mind
Packed with explosive charges
Blasting its way through
I can’t stop it from advancing

Fire in the cauldron
Spewing out venomous gases
That fills in my lungs
Cloud my eyes

I hate these strange visions of fantastic shapes
I don’t want to speak to them
Children of the future
Your time has not yet come
Get back to your wombs

I cannot take you with me
The cavalry of you
I have enough devils to fight for today
Even if you be angels
Now you are such shapeless forms

You cry out with lines of ignorance
I cannot listen to you
For your language is not what I speak now
You speak in such strange tongues
That you instil fear.

Words of prophecies
You should stalk into the thickness of the night
To find your prey
But I’m in no hurry over here
For the demons of the past have still not left me.

Reductio ad Absurdum

Bijoy Philip

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