Anicia

                       A transparent shadow
             to accompany my heretic ghost
              a toast with a crystalline hand
             can heaven endure her promise
              to this erratic and fanatic land  
 
                       These turning weeds  
                              lay at the feet  
              of these lavishly brilliant flowers
              vibrant towers of succulent color
                    that hover above the dying
                beauty again has left her beast
                                      
                                   Crying
                            lying far below
                 in the hollows of discovery
     theres so many small and intricate parts
               in an transcendental recovery  
 
          We're all so mechanically connected
                          precisely selected
                   parts of a greater machine
                        we're coming undone
                     separating at the seams
                              torn relations
                     the artist's special blend
                                to fend off
              an inevitably pending desolation  
 
                     So confident and quiet
                  in my peaceful protest riot
                             everything I do
                             done in private
                             why do I hide it  
 
                         A self made prison
                      put up to keep you out
           there is little doubt about my need
                   for a solitary confinement  
 
                                   After all
                            i've designed it
                     my silent assassination
                        a violent deprivation
                  from what I strongly desire
                         a simple realization
             of all the things I'd love to aquire
     
                                     God...  
            stoke the fire of my very essence
                      my inner cadesecence
                     with your kind blessings  
 
              I've been learning the lessons
                of this engineered darkness
                                i'm artless
                 my heartless skeletal hand  
 
                                  Please...
                        won't you gift to me
             a warm spot on tip of my finger
            for this beautiful butterfly to land
 
 
                                                        ELI