I sit on slatted memories of summers past
surrounded by glyphs of romantic fools
won and lost, forgotten and resolved
dissolving beneath layers of sweat
topped by winters wear
profane anger resolute with contempt
alongside tribal rebellions marked with blood
Watching
The sinews sweated in pheromones of restless Olympus
reaching in hunger for the favor of gods
among the languid eyes of fauns who
sip nectars sweetened with sun and longing
whispering tales of lust filled hope desiring favor
The bleating cries of childhood lost in fantasy
echo from a panoramic imagination while mothers swaddled in infancy
think back to youth awakened from their dreams by need
Patriarchs flying their promises high into the sky
teathered by the thread of illusions to dim to see
Progeny crying farther… father… fathe.. fath..
A duet of birds in black
speaking but no longer listening
to the sounds of their own voices
drowned in derelict memory of youth
memory faded devoid of companionship
The hermit searches for treasure nearby
morsels refused by lost time
canned for the Kingdom of Debris
his last respite before the dawn
All these circle around
terrene mysterious simple unveiled
In all these my reflection is perfect