While TV's blare ~ mindnumbing
While the students study ~ boring
While the second hand emigrates back to 12 ~ tick
tick.
While the night moves on ~ slowly
*
The Minons glide past – carefree -
Their purple cloaks shift and quiver as the night unravels,
Yet the air is still.
*
While the cold night shivers in echoes of the last night
and the night before...
The Minons go to where we are not, do not know, and never
shall be.
For the Minons, their flight has just begun.
hearts screaming; minds pulsing; eyes fixed:
They know all that is Unknown to us.
*
Beyond the superficial cosmic din that we call space
Beyond the immortals
Beyond Mars, Neptune and Jupiter -
Lies the People of Minacia.
*
There, the fruit grows bigger – fuller - juicier.
and the corn.
and Their minds.
*
While late night programs seem to be entertaining...
At Minacia, such a thought is trivial. Foolish. Unthinkable.
It is beyond enlightenment.
Beyond life
Beyond love -
Ropes of tires and
Strings of fires.
*
The Minons compel us to cease
like a downhill rally, We must
decline.
To us, colour is merely colour -
but at Minacia, colour is not seen, nor heard...
It is felt; they thrive off sensations.
Love – is - simple, shapeless -
like a cold shadow under the afternoon's sun.
*
The Minons marry the day and disturb the night.
The Minons seduce the day.
The Minons rape the night
- tearing at the still air - groping
the darkness till it
bleeds and grows yet
darker. They inhale the stench of self-pity; smothering
Their lungs, as the essence trickles into Their soul.
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They are indelible, infallible, perpetual.
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I would know.
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Because they came for me.
While Life's disruptions blared
While heaven's fires blazed,
They came.
-Jaguar **Disclaimer: 'The Minons' are imaginary beings who shun humanity and believe that their own way of existence is a far more substantial way of living**
Copyright © JRFB 2012
