only the young can feel old without age
for every day seems centuries during inaction
only the fool can feel wise as the sage
for every laud is a sacred libation
and they think they are God they know so much
and such people have existed from dawning
since Earth and Life tasted Death’s beginning
then all the Images were twisted, distorted
discontented in life because of Death’s grip
binding victims to the sacred tree just as
the Deceiver’s serpent tongue had bound
their mother and father millenia before
so the young and the old live inside the walls
of their Death-trapped bodies, yearning
differently and exactly to break free
and the fools and the wise dare to be
above and beyond the boundaries
of the knowledge of good and evil
This really made me to think why you kept the title, “ikonography”…..Thanks!