By eventide rem,
I espied blue
chinooks. their chorus croons
of past. again
They lift and winnow sands of hourglass.
And those mistrals of morose, by ****** dispatched—murmur
more full-mouthed than before —siren melodics
of Auld Lang Syne. and such mortal
Grief — oh, its reminder!
Failure —its zing of regret!
what will I become?
Hand buries face.
and the familiared face of dark-aged antiquity —La Luna, pulls
I dream I am an egg
like furry willow catkin. as the wave of cobalt is
does mournful memory, her knock on
the membrane of mind mangle. just as
whose pedigree from serpentine horror hails,
How to escape the raven's vice.
Fate —that which was set by gods— what chance of it?
bow requested rewrite? Aye! what prospect
that, of Persephone, to withstand hell-binding chasm
beget by pomegranate seeds?
Next to none.
For there, about surging, by
Poseidon's predestined urging —foamed mouth monsters
once at crest, crush! and born of primeval void —darkness,
his teethed trough
swal(me)low? (I am) caught
in wonder, when
will lady Eos don
shall her hue of reason ever alight on
All while, sedated, along
mind and heartbeat drum, those psalm-less myths
of old. play on
the stage of age.
stuck-in years, bestowed by Kronos, which not
will forgive, ever
do relive. I watch that
which is relayed, there —their repeated reconnaissance:
(the enemy lies within.) (the enemy lies within.)
To accept of reject? this
displayed cognizance. over
such a weary state. I struggle
against the hate —me
it is? who wages my own weighted war? surely
but Aries holds such power.
I who once cursed the regent which on
my mind sentenced this punishment!
Alas! tis the victim who does hold key onto
Cannot no power reigned be blamed. the mind of I
choice this grave. so must the head, now resurrect.
For Janus looks both
and which gate
shall I take?
I will wake,
but I cannot go