Some diaphanous prerogative
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I.
A spindly figure,
I am become life's walking staff
& reflector of waning rays.
My shadow oversteps its bounds
& pens this remembrance
Of the soft wind
Rushing to meet
Through winding cricks
The pristine mountain creek.
Noise declared "White"
(Though I find it Silver Unspoken)
Suffuses the evening with chrome.
Sallow, this brown & yellow eve.
Not to speak of neon blue
Like a prayer oe'r the land diffused
P'raps would do subtle injustice
To the spirits of the sky aloft.
Simplicity's demand
Wherein subterfuge dissolves
Is pressed upon papyrus
As the chilly eve evolves.
II.
Curve of stone met stump
Bark laid loose, felled, or standing,
Sumptuous sylphs advance upon outlines
Larks of quiet history of times vicious:
Incisions pressed into shrunken traditions.
This our noble expedition outward, repent,
Of a cushioned descent indigenous people
Inhabitants of the amber temple, purveyors
Of the divine & the simple, curtsey,
Bow: We are gleaming plows, terraforming
The terrified slopes with the black hopes intact.
In fact, we were conquerors turned slaves,
Once amazed now jaded, our spirits deflated,
Berating each other,
Our brothers, sisters unrecognized
Through curtains of lies in precipitous sheets,
The details made evident presently,
Hope one won't hesitate to consider this
Clear abstraction, ruminate into the depths
Beyond all confusion, infused with luminosity
Of a vibrant meditation, sky met stalk
Met stump met stone, humble, yet
Begotten of divine parroting:
We are not alone.
III.
Scoop taken: hark!
Out of loam unloving
From failure shirking, soul—
Where art thou, inscrutable majesty?
See, a glimpse, through
The shriveled unatonement,
The construct's appearing fractured
So for that we must hone the mental.
Again, retreating to the
Parental parasol inflating
From dubious praises, false elation.
Still, we are embryonic!
Homo luminous gestates
Beyond scars, beyond hate,
Transmute trauma, transform dishonor.
Preparations made on the daily,
Some take it gaily.
For others struggles ensue,
Depends upon circumstances
With improper attitude embued.
But it's up to you:
What say you?
What will you do?
