You move like alabaster across the surface

Of a reticent moon, into those dreamscapes

Where your presence resides statuesque



Wyeth, Jamie lighthouse-dandelions

The clouds are cryptic, seditious they speak

In wrathful gradation about rebellion, about the

Discordance between man’s aesthetics and his

Moral character, which by his own account is

Opposed to excess. The retrograde flowers,

Whisper of ingratitude, of false hearts and

Embellished smiles that collapse in solitude

Inside insomniac eyes speak of privation

As they peer from guilty windows into the

Impending carnage of a tumultuous sky

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