A Swarm of Dead Insects

Fly’s circling
Disturbs for shelter to breed
Hidden within indifference
It’s growing into plague

Light fading before you reach kairos
Life you bring – face resistance
Die, decay, erase!

Sore eyes pierce the mist in vein
Sun rays rinse the bone at night

The flesh shan’t rest
Unless sunk lung deep
In fear diminished heart fails
Adrift, inert, still
Be washed ashore of bliss

While you denying parts of your nature shadеs caricature you
The swarm is breath for a smoky dеmon, almighty Lord of Flies

He brought light among us, taught us who we are
Demand acceptance, paid in fear
Selves but ripples in the sea
Phronetic wit leads through superunknown

Flies circling
Disturb for shelter to breed another horde
Hidden within indifference
They’re growing into plague