CONFIDENCE

Gold's illusive effigy
infects in spiritually cancerous phlegm.

Always seduced of mind and soul
that time is puppet
and one controls the strings.

Piercing the elements of seconds
with iron chains of plots,
stirring lustful hallucinations
about one's own dysfunctional divine
lucidity.

Knowing the inner witness
sees in the tints of fickle
shades radiating
off a orb
having no beginning or end.

Juggling it precarious
in one's logic,
playing optimism monologues
to exorcise the doubt demons.

Erecting domino edifices of boasting
all standing so arrogant and erect
till fate's breath
starts an avalanche.