I. Naming Rights
Amaranthine,
Secrets
evade
The
specters
Voice
it craves
Bliss,
Upon
shade,
Symbiotic
in
Assent
Sigil,
In
amnestic form
Anesthetize
Origins
betrayed
II. The Honor Amongst Corridors
Alone,
amidst the shadowed blister of an apocryphally setting moon,
I
cling, for comfort, in wagered animus, hoping for deception. As the eyes of spectral fire overrides each
sequacious lie. Every desired
duplicitous reach, to run or scurry free—from self-sustaining hypotenuses, is bred
solely by anxious corridoritry. And,
only the dream alone can reconfigure such a plot, into benevolent symmetry
purged from knot.
Tenuous
is the string stretched long.
Without
relaxed ability,
The
honing of a forge,
Is
satiated neither nor.
III.
The Winged Flight of Forgotten Salt
A
wing, alar, built by man, flutters, in discombobulated reality, stuttering the
ridge of wind, searching for a gale, a gale to guide it in.
Segmented,
like the annelid, I scrawl, the cemented pave, oblivious, to the light,
annealing down.
It
only takes four hours
For
utopian idealism to drown
Yet
Within
the
Oblong
white
A
song is held,
Familiar,
Yet
estranged from preconceptions yet to come
Prosaic
containment amidst battle scars—
Perfect
is its rhythm—
Pristine
animator,
Of
precision’s quest,
Trailing
the vespers coffered, still
Amongst
the spackled sky,
Dreaming
of terminal cessation,
Yet
visions heed desire naught,
Awakened
is the evensong
And
hence
Pragmatagnosia
rejoins the dwindled day
IV. A Lioness upons a jackal clan
Soon
the syllogistic chain
Grows
circular in frame
The
beast bows neck
If
daggers draw…
But
Then,
At
moment’s blight,
The
sheltered sun’s repaid,
By
catechesis’ illustrative light
V. Summa
It
takes but an hour
For
fragrant lucidity
To
cede distraught
Tethered
to—
The
physiology of the mind
The
sails, then breathe,
Exhale
to float,
Away,
Upon
seas,
Where
prisms pleasantly distort
The
absolute from salt
Tethering—
Every
inch of line,
Along
it’s wave,
And
so we drift….
Omphalos
is nigh
Omphalus
has left
