The Vortex of Thought
by Caspar Cole
Spiraling chaos enchants this realm;
for we are abandoned and destroyed.
The Gods that once dwelled here scoff
at our lack of wit.
Terror fills the minds of human beings as
punishment for our transgressions.
Knights of Thought control our lives.
Their presence is undetectable.
I am God.
I hate myself.
My brain requires mercy;
I refuse to grant it this request.
A symphony of the mind.
I feel needles.
Thousands of needles
Piercing through our minds.
Don’t talk to me like that.
The Infinite Reversal
How terribly polite of you.
Like a Nun that has first
experienced oral sex
I am painless.
Silence from beyond.
God dwells in our brains, repairing
our perfection like a spiral.
I am Evil.
Noises from the unknown
suggest movements of eternity.
Our virtues rarely over-
shadow all that has been forgotten
Everything in its right place;
unchaotically ordered with divine
intentions that sweep these lands
like a Vortex of Thought.