Hemlock

In point of view
Hemlock spur does allure
When death be the only cure
In fractural Worlds I prefer to stay
Least until the actual day

Death to my visionary World
On my soul – will not decay
In waves of timeless, formless, flows
Ever floating in vacuous abundance.

Gadfly lives on there
The Oracle too, does stay
Where illness never does betray
Where freedom is a real-world-play

Offerings that do live on
Did Apollo’s son,
Receive his feathered one?

Panacea for everyone.
It may well be true,
but my final view -
I know that I know nothing!