Cigarette Crayons

Cacophonous were the echoes of yesteryear In the face of unyielding fear they flourished Oblivious to their imagistic cataclysm I dwindled Who had known of such a fate to have married? Theatrical strands of faith and vindication Gradually descended upon each square The sun’s oath had risen to fruition Beauteous framework begins to evolve Bearing the august seeds of revelation Answers in which I sought Rested within pendulum clocks As throughout my life Many webs they have spun Amongst tribulations I have toured By not a second did hope age A novelty twas the leaf Upon which I have turned