Thursday, June 13, 2013

Reckoning for the Primordial Heart

Reckoning for the Primordial Heart

Part of the Primordial writings,which will scarcely be understood.

The taste of dirt is known full well
It should from being knocked down often enough
The cloying taste lingers of a well known hell
Viewing the heavens from the floor more than I care to discuss
To dip the cup of despair in an oft used well
The primordial heart writhes in disgust

To rise again the only way
Chin down and eyes up
Leap into the fray
Whatever is to be fed becomes my sup
No need to search,I will not stray
The primordial heart knows the way up
-Greg Scott