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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