Black Memories

Memories old very old

Earthly memories

Extremely bitter

Extremely nerve-shattering memories

Sometimes keep munching my insides

Filling me with lethal spikey feelings

Crawling within my 

Wholly eaten-up interior

Like venom-spewing black cobras

Or deadly black scorpions

Stinging me fiercely cruelly

So savagely ruthlessly

That I am able to set aside promptly

My almost-99%-dead senses

Which action makes me emerge 

Like a dazzling stainless silvery sword

That dutifully cuts off the nascent

Outcrops of my once-alive earthly

Banyan roots and as ever 

I'm nothing but peace unlimited.

This happens

And is bound to once in a blue moon

As long as the wicked body lasts.