Kryptos

Moving on death trek,
standing near the stonehenge,
the hunger for immortality
begins to kill.

The summer solstice is there.
It could hinge on the bones.
Sometimes it takes all your life
to know what do you want?

Somatic. The flesh refuses to
go down on the divine path.
The urge was very strong
to go hegemonic.

Blue stones, walk with pagans
and druids were coming back.
I am not sure whom do I believe
I start an inward odyssey again.