Parable

Come to my well known slumber
“Sand castle built upside down” –
Play your role in this last supper,
evoke a lie and sigh.

Pots under pressure whistle,
eroded dams overrun,
cyclic waters never settle-
Spew fire as goodbye.

Sing the taboo orison
“I am holier-than-thou!”-
The wings of Judith Marie
won’t be given to you.

Our hyphenated ego
delved in synchronicity,
by the buzz of a mosquito
all was recreated in me.