Immortal Dust

Pentagonal, this pentagram Set in stone above all gold, With facets as a bat’ring ram For the thrill of the hold And testament not to the chase, But to the leash instead. Cataclysmic, its grating pace, As elemental lead Eyes, on every motionless side, Give way to a dull sheen, Slaten and opaque, petrified In the drip of morphine. Paragonal hypocrisy, An ever-shifting seam To this fabric complacency; A needle to a dream With the trappings of a nightmare Obsidian. To break Free with haze on an endless stair Is thirst to mutely slake; But to climb to the precipice, Towering in man’s rust, And vilify its carapace-- Olympian in dust.