Do you see how in this weeping, those colliding particules that wreathed in the vine, fondly loved in past reveries, like a babe before the dawn wrapped its beloved arms out of a beast-less desire, round the nothingness that stared him in the face.
Forgotten. Just dust and grease covering. The dew on the edge of grass blade, emerging like crystal tears, diaphanous.
Now just cheap rags. Used, & disappearing into worm-holes, as the fabric breaks meaninglessly into seamless threads.
The Polar-cap blistered. The waning waves sinking beneath the waft!
Underneath the stars as angels tread
the faint breath of the morrow
awaits no new dawn from yesteryear.
Surely, the cat’s out
climbing out of trash & bins.
And the babe will grow
as a torch in the darkness
inaugurating exponentially, to engulf the greater Night!
A new young honorable Man of Promise
superseding the outer limits of all Worlds!
A Viking.
