Copius Abandon
Sunrise, sunset in adjacent systems blends behind
a calm waterfall wake, the hollow unknown man only
minds his altruistic poems of prism alchemy--cleverly
arranging perfect crystal aurora petals against a
color coded ancient star Genesis, forming opulent
halos of Zen emptiness processions--guiding
bright shiny angel wings, keys to soaring paragons of
pellucid, avid, unborn, illusory gray imaginations, like
the savvy, siren Mermaids of Ursa Minora--giving way to
all en-viable spirits on the 4 winds of sagacity as the
4 Horsemen on shadowy compunction ride, reign free
unchecked, under looming celestial cloud layer realms.
Sitting on the high hills of home
feverishly flanked near open valleys of conscious
convergences, he softly speaks to a Promethean blank
bliss, encountering morning light memories, open temporal
templates offering glowing, discarnate, latent,
ascetic desires of a lasting, formless, empty existence.
Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2021
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