Son Et Lumière
Cracks defy temptation
into trespass upon vain-glorious
treacheries of hope
and radiant scratches
lit the skin.
And in those times
the weight became unsupportable
and the serpent struck so hard
at the granite base
that effigies crumbled
into sparkling pyrogenic
streaks of screeching.
And many times
there re-emerged the love of Earth,
balmy skies warmed by the sun
and loaded with ether.
Crenellations–built strapping castles
in grotto-like forests,
and humping the old rogue
he limped his way past the cave,
sat down and shook himself with grief-tones.
And as porphyry extruded into the night,
black light leeched into the stream
so that water came silken
with the sheen of dappled darkness,
and the black river emptied
into the ocean stream
where deep-sea creatures licked their way
through the feast of entropy
and under the sea bed crept
half-engendered hopes of renewal
which screeched their way to the surface
and erupted into the sky
where hurricanes hungered for their potency
and Earth disemboweled its hora–
the times of its life–
to meet the treaties brought from far away
in the blinking of an eye.
And those roasted days crept
into the story of forgotten dreams
plagued by trembling of the hand
prisoner to the task.
So close came rasping craftsmen
to the bone
that emblematic crosses
cut through preaching
and marked the spot
where hard-plastered roses lay
relieved of their perfume.
the moment merges
with the wind of change
from solar sources.