I Dreamed In Rhyme Eternal

(a quatern)
Disjointed sky, unquivered night,
Set quills of flame to clearing’s break,
As monster cranes just from her sight,
My angel bane, my heart’s foresake.
 
My twisted looks claim ill define,
Disjointed sky? unquivered night?
A beast whose reaps of skin confine,
Who no such-thing should hope invite.
 
A goddess gained in sheers’ delight,
A white witch curved with verdant spring,
“Disjointed sky, unquivered night…”
Such hymns, the maidens dancing sing.
 
But I, who she redemption holds,
Will not so much as taste her light.
For death calls from my shadow folds,
Disjointed sky, unquivered night.
 

As usual it was underway
of the outset I cannot say
and so here I stood before it
a building worthy of any writ
with flanking columns so roman
its façade an austere omen
of this museumesque station
yet though it had sure foundation,
it was at an angle when viewed
itself straight yet sight slightly skewed;
as so without as so within
all was slanted like to a sly grin
yet I stand within currently
as outside watch concurrently,
perhaps the architect of this
was horizontally remiss
or of Escher and certain kind
playing tricks upon viewing mind;
as stairs adorn along each wall
its route circular in its crawl
with marbled stairs lead upwards before
with red carpet from there to door,
of the ceiling there is no sight
further above is beyond might.
No sooner is this sight beheld
than a new vista is now spelled;
of green standing grass and blue sky
a small typhoon yet does imply
as to the sudden journeys cause
it swirls smally without any pause
without any threatening it is
while it rotates in grey whizz.
Voices, laughter, sound nearby it seems
sun shining joyous happy beams
is there a tree on sight's fringe
or do the green borders impinge
further margin mirages perhaps
another atmospheric lapse
of these mistakes I am aware
though in the moment have no care,
from such omission I can gleam
as this is but all a strange Dream.

I fall asleep, wake in the woods,    
spy an axe lodged in a tree trunk-      
I see nobody else around, but I feel      
the vines creep on the ground.      
          
Lodged in my throat, I ask the tree trunk      
why nobody's around, spy a glint      
creep like tendrils on the ground      
proclaiming ambulate, ambulate.      
       
My body spins down nowhere; a glint      
like eyeballs roll as tendrils into mulch,      
my legs proclaim it’s too late to ambulate      
for a thrown star sticks out of my chest.      
        
My vines see you cross the mulch      
with no claim to nowhere, where-      
fast and faster like the star burst out my chest.      
What a trick it is when a body disappears      
       
unable to call whom seek to find where      
I dent the woods. I chase the sky      
to trick the stars but every each one disappears      
before they take mine with them.      
       
I bang the ground green, dent the sky,      
undisappear, make a ruckus in their neck      
of the woods, I shine like them-     
die with a bang as I awake out of the woods.

Both arms wrapped around it
Struggling to fight
I quickly admit
I wont make it through the night

The water in the dark
Is concealing my struggle
The driftwood, with its loosening bark
I continue to snuggle

Minutes turn to hours
As hours turn to years
The situations greatest power
Is provoking my own fears

The water continually unbinding my grip
As I think I've found the shore
But my fingers start to slip
Now I'll drown for sure

My body growing tighter
Here we go again
Waves whispering if I were lighter
I would not be condemned

Slowly I start sinking
Into the depths of the bay
That's when I start thinking
This will be my final day

Arms and legs constrained and bound
The beat slowly retreating
There is no longer the sound
Of my own heart beating

Suffocated by the night
Drowned in the sea of sorrow
I guess I was right
I will not see tomorrow