Trials And Tribes
Cyclamen protects half-moon radiance
embedded within form-enhanced rituals,
and the palette changes–striations blend on the cusp
with holy night and rauchous dawn.
Sincere illusions painted in the sky
enter visionary reliefs
carved in stone
lacking only the portrait of heart and soul
as bliss strikes hard on the unknown warrior.
led to unveiled archipelagos
which breathed new breezes into the open place
where hiding in the thicket
we went down
before roosting in the privately-laced umbilical.
Foretold in populated tales
the wrist revolved around the door-knob
until wrenching cryations
placed too much pressure
on the door-step
so that craft sank
and the mighty rose
from halls of fame-inflamed praise.
And the parson pleasured himself.