You move like alabaster across the surface
Of a reticent moon, into those dreamscapes
Where your presence resides statuesque
Omen
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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