Scripted Imagination of Flesh

Ardent death imagines a self haven Entrance glowing by distraction World speed redolent of circulation Social climbers ringing out Transposed at the gates of bounty Advancing as far as time allows Currents sweeping have abdicated A constant pursuit, jury-wrangled doubt Still born as conscience flees Momentarily chastising of imagination's veins Yet the future bounces back porous Webbed across sensual speaking skulls Life burns by nuance and gaiety From scripted sources catalyzed Back through redemptive fervor of chance