Para-cały(x)-dox

Spectrumous bifigure,
the uncaring incandescent;
spark your waves to be sure
that none shall reach your radiance.
 
A-fixed the stars, and care free,
ride shadows toward my soul
in transfixient melody,
courageous on your way to melo-drome.
 
Unwrapped cloth
seething; an acidity,
much too much,
having bred the divine hypanthic furnace,
 
I know your ways.
I know not.
Fastidious
trials; grains of sand measuring contenance,
 
falling, ever falling
and boundlessly so,
in infinity orienting
such a faint passion of libretto.
 
 
 
2012-09-25