The Asphodel Stanza Poem by Jalal Sunstrum

the breathing in and out
of a decent soul
without a trace
engraved to
the blissful Asparagus
that
comes itchy mind sensed

slowly
noise
erupts by intermittences

as dead silence
lies beneath
the freedom
of a verse intensed

tik
tok ars
breathing...

and as all beneath the vision
of petty brains
that're crushed
to the allieviating retreat of
a Subconscience Calculus

in the zombie-like world
of anew:
You now know the Door
opens to the accounts
of Perception

and protrudes the invented spirit

so do you see the mimick
of non-complacentry?