Of a should be a divorce

Behind these string veil of ouroboros
Shiva and Shakti are filing for divorce
the court was on the 4th serpentine stair

where a sound made by two things not strike together
imaginaries had been on birth-control
no blood-fresh born realities
without the kill

the will,

fear

then desire

and the silence around all three

the tree,

the serpent

the just “hang there on to life”

the kill

judgement granted

divine-hood were a continuum of blunders

the divine breathes the irreconcilable in life

then life kills life and kills life

sorrow married to sorrow

perpetually becoming one but they infinitely becoming none

the none one left-over serpent

the surrounding non-existence

a bunch of featherless bipedals 

the enlightened demons 

Shiva and Shakti, i am

we all copulates to an elaborate scam

breeding dualities of improbable bliss and sorrow

some degrading noble cowardices

disgusted, muted, beings assunder

making un-resurrected nothing 

a mere kill