Useless Bootstraps

the oppresent has returned
eons, elsewhere engaged
replenished
    not to relinquish
to decimate
exploding
hellish rage

dusky skies
life's burnt offerings
clouding mind's
    crystal eyed kaleidoscope
now only shadows
slinging arrows
outrageous fortune
vainglorious hope

    and the seven sirens sing
         "we will not bend"
    as their molten fate slips
  through blood soaked hands

    and the oracle proclaims
           "this will not end 
        'til reverent lips usurp 
           karmic command"

the cosmos, still anesthetized
seeps;  blood red
          death ordained 
all portals,  
barred and blocked 
to all who are of mortal stock
an unbreakable chain