MITOCHRONDRION (POWER HOUSE)
Unto this day my soul
patiently wait 
When the journey to the
holy of holies is embrace
I waited gladly as child
clinching to the nursing breast
Sweating profusely like
the wanderer in the wilderness of the west
Searching for a hole where
treasure is kept
Sonorous songs of
solidarity reverberate the room
As the gateway gives way
in exploring the abyss of the gloom
And the luscious ancient
rod is employed to pick up the treasure
That is so immeasurable
than the sands of the shore
But the fishing net can't
draw all the fishes in the red sea to the fore
I didn't wish to respond
the calling of the power house
But the magnetic field is
irresistible to its customers
The more I run the more I
move nearer
Because the branches under
the supervision of Eve is everywhere
I keep on running until I
reach the Junction of nowhere
Almost all great warriors
of ages lost their integrity in abyss
Because of the natural law
that needs to be paid in levies
Modifications continue as
civilization progresses
As wrappers, skirts,
trousers, leggings, and bum shots are in progress
And great is the fall of
the skyscrapers that retrogress
Let me alone to appreciate
this figure in the shape of eight
And let all my sorrows,
uncertainty and despair lose their weight
Life itself is magnanimous
in mystery as an unending research
Because the enjoyment
releases breeze to the occiput as of yacht
But the solutions to the
devastating sore millions thus search.
WORLD BARNABAS
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