The True Salt of the World

The mind precedes hurricanes

Much surprises awaits its turn

Then it knocks you down

Then you watch as it uproots roots of trees.

Immortality is a fantasy

The men who knew of it

Will tell you

Sync your mind with the soul

Would immortality become a reality?

Would you resist honey,

Poured over your body?

In the moment of purgatory?

Would you breathe to give your paintings a soul if it were your child?

Would you train your tongue to taste fire if you are promised the whole world?

I sing with the voice of Iblis

I praise singers with terrible voices

So my friends ask,

How do you do this with no sign of ridicule?

Then I throw in question for question.

What makes you think of that in the first place?