LOTUS FERVOR ❋ Rose Knapp

Some psychedelics
Unfortunately require
A Civilised touché
At times of untimely
Intimidation press
Pronoia & paranoia
Blazed lips of death
Voices echo etched
In their own reflection
Too little and you’re
Stuck in swarming
Aristotelian static
Statuesque Crowds
Immortals without
Identity or even
Mosques of masks
Hijabs fade off faces
Knives slide silently
Into the side of
White demons
And by the time
Alexander has one
Adversus Visigoths
Too much machismo
Conquered crushed
Catatonic crusades
Straight lines turn
India he dies and
The Eastern silk
Devours itself
All roads lead
To Helios
Roses burn
Silver glints
Slices smoke
Into projections
Some call history