Catharsis Of The Druidic Martyr Poem by luke holt

i have seen the tragedy
hence my plea

i have dervished the dominatricks' requiem for the entirety of this fable
and now i lie a miserable bearded clown, a zen chakrawave hurdling towards a deaf sangha.
a pestilent, kleptomaniac, bohemian kid, ((part time telemarketer by day, sagatious alchemic ether seeker by night))
i have seen phagocytosis without modern machine
i am the paladin of algorithmic flame
that makes the vacuole accept the bacteria so that the trees may keep their fruit
all life, weither it be the mighty elephant or the organelle of an onion cell
a golgi or a goldsmith
a slug or a sultan
a protozoa or a limo toer
wiether they be prokaryotic or not
all exist in futility together