Peace in the facilitation of my seclusion
Anti-social to you, zen for me
Tending to the demons in my dungeon
Seemingly trapped to you
But remember when Joseph came out of his?
This one seed was planted deeper
More to shoot through, worth it
Their faces, when my persistent existence
Helps them pull their hair out.
I promise to be a thorn in your side
Capsize your will to fight
With little to no effort
Never my intention,
Passive buffer of my aura
Plus a by-product of your choice
To loathe me.
A waste of time
For I am that which you can’t explain
That which you wish to understand
The extra-terrestrial approach of the star-seed
400 year incarnation of the freedom seekers
Dark matter manipulator
Gatekeeper to the center;
Our collective consciousness,
Champion, of the Black Star.
– Original-Dante ©2017
Photograph by: kapanaga