a patina conception
just budding in stride
initial unfurling
of petals inside

whether a storm,
still yet to decide
a striking horizon
softly stirs the tide

take butter knives to butterflies,
pump my cheeks with air to cushion their stay.

the views from the rooftop of my mouth
cloudy with bubbles of champagne laughter.

a flurry aflutter beats back the haze,
hoping to catch a glimpse of forever.

spiritual striation light my path
a focused array too hazy to grasp

my grip soft like putty
sand slips through the cracks

my hands unaccustomed
still grace everlasts

a flammable affinity,
emblazoned for The Trinity.

we pray our perishable parish
won't expire 'til infinity.

mere moths swarming at The Source of Light--
fettered and fattened,
hatchlings born battened
to bonds of sin--
our ancestral birthright.

manifesting an ephemeral destination,
we fools hasten to the west
where the sun sets opposing everlasting
a whisper of grace
pierces through the cacophony of death

prolifically infused with Life:
a steady seeping,
prophetic weeping,
climbing from the depths of strife.