Wrapped in the burden of your attritional gospel

Sometimes I can tarry,

on the work of the progenitor
of American ethos

and accrue the
blotted simulacrum of atman
as the ashen Sleipnir albedos
to evince its candor by dint of
my denude acuity.

Annan does the leviathan swarm
as froufrou mordito’s
wither in a canicule arboretum
sakura cedes their seeded whispers  
exhaling their viennas up to me

for their is beauty in the suffering,
an understanding a collateral reflection
all for the hunger of atrophy,
swallowing that bittersweet acceptance
as the rally, booms one last reveille

past the bafflement,
of the watchers pedophilia

i was a leaf
a sonic whippet
encased with heavy entrails
    
holding
a chrome rigor mortis weaver
i must disperse you before
eventides exhale

so this folding macrocosm
will generate proximal birth
from conniption fade
and asexual intake

cold, to hot, to cold
wraith the rage
as a sage phoenix

on to
the hunger
of starving that death rattle

where weathered whimpers
wither in wandering whispers
as wisteria weatherings
wonder wherefore if wilted kings
watered down their wanton queens

as raged dawns
coddle
sleepless novenas

a periwinkle monk’s head
sways catatonic kisses
across the stonehenge
of madres curriculum

    and samhain holds a nascent winter  
in its basement where chained lyres
    play taps on your myocardial……blip.