the serpentine garden

The Serpentine Garden.
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It's not that a Serpent
has entered into the
Garden, so much as
Modern Man has been
cast headlong into a
Garden full of Serpents;
where The Fruits upon
that Tree of Hope have
since been eaten.
_

I lament the loss of
my illusions like a
father who has lost
his only son; and the
days are clever mockeries
from a Time My Memories
cannot recapture.
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The Serpents do not
kill..they breed..and
in the process of their
breeding every animal
in the Garden becomes
as they are.
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Poisoned Stars who
carry in them hungers
which cannot be filled
by any food..wandering
the dust upon their bellies
consuming, and consuming..
till nothing is left but a Shell
...a shell of Faded Glory.
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Speech is useless to the
Serpents. Consumption is
their only Grammar. The
Mindless Consumption of
Once Perfect Ideals turned
Dystopian by the sheer Futility
of their Waste.
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I Wander here, barefooted
and Alone amongst them.
Feet swollen by the sting
of their Teeth. A Dying
Philosopher from a Dead
Age of Utility.

(which was probably just
as useless in itself.)

j.s.h.