Phantasm Turbo Flux

A multi layered lofty screen of mist  
did what it could to hide the moon and stars,  
but the mix was a scene so beauty kissed  
I wondered at theurgy in isobars;  
a transubstantiation of rare gas  
Into astral argent and lunar gold  
as spagyric miracle come to pass  
in the blear of dungeon undercroft cold  
sweeping a dew of dreams across the sky;  
a net to drag the slumbrous aerosphere  
like Morpheus with a fathomless sigh  
adding still more depth every haunting year  
to the stupor strata of humankind...  
a substrate...for the more inspired mind.