The
pleasantries of Solariums
Are
like the basking renewal
A
sinner takes in
Knowing
all past deeds have been
purged.
The
wonder of Solariums
Exist
in the glassy light,
The
crystalline shades
of
sun’s harmonic face
Convalesce
my dear felon:
For
the revocation is at hand,
The
sweet turn of watery caress
For
the unspeakable,
Soon
shall be versed,
Rejuvenating
in Its absolution
…And
a final song will fill the rafters high
…And
a coda plays, from within Solarium
