And Muted Though The Days Were While Held in its sway,
When The Clouds Stood Steady While Mountains Rolled Away,
Reduced to the Circumference of a Sigh
To Bow Their Snowcapped Heads & Pray
Who’d otherwise stutter & stray
Rolling the thunder from their quartz cut
Shoulders from Ocean Spray
Which the stars in Pandora’s Garden Raise
From the ways of dung heaps beneath the
Boulders she keeps for purposes bridging
From the Fever’s Pitch to Fertile Praise
While our Zeitgeist Zebras beyond Affliction’s Arches Sleep
Dreaming of Frivolity as Function of Fable
As Lord Arthur mourns the Periodic Tables that lie beyond death’s reach.
Another day, another soldier gone slipped betwixt the mindfuck of parables
That Parallel Avalon
When Babylon is not able
To neither heal nor teach.
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MILANO May 10th, 2016
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