Saturn Displays it Fondness for Mystery
Posted: October 8th, 2017, 4:43 pm
saturn displays its fondness for mystery
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mercurial movements of
times embroidered presence
precludes any taste of goodness
which one may find
… delightfully wrapped ...
beneath layers of antique foam,
cushioning the impact of lateral wisdom-
side balls rolling relentlessly across
the imagined circumferences of latitudinal
dimensions cross-haired under the
scope of backwoods privacy, seeing
with eyes filled with fires started
by unreasonable factions dissolute
upon the avenging angels whose wings
flutter mercilessly around both ears
that cannot hear beyond the nose lengths
of hammered concepts playing tirelessly
remnants of sounds echoing with futility
across the gardens of tombstones
carved by breaths singing 'ave maria'
disengaged from premonitions regarded
by some as final answers splayed across
canvases dripping with colors fashioned
from roots and berries collected as only
circumstantial evidence brought in baskets
woven with reeds that grew in years past,
the prime of jean brodie and mickey mouse,
the disney features parlayed into anxieties
that fooled even those that trusted time
as the mea culpa-mea culpa of surrender
dreadnoughts flying against winds of summer
trying in foolish vanity to cool the heathen
brows wrinkled by doubt and senility of
belief systems packaged for the back room shelves
lined with fourteen layers of cosmic dust
as a blanket to keep warm and reasonable
the fashionable midriff in-kind word flow
that emerges whenever thought mis-displays
itself amongst the brethren of civilization
together describing the taste of eternity
in volumes of manuscripts destined for fodder
to feed the unwilling and incapable linked
by rings in a harmonious surround of
the seemingly endless journey of saturn
spinning... spinning... spinning...
an eternal twist of fate aglow (bright)
[performed in lower case because they do]
__________
Cecil B. Lee
aka mtmynd
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mercurial movements of
times embroidered presence
precludes any taste of goodness
which one may find
… delightfully wrapped ...
beneath layers of antique foam,
cushioning the impact of lateral wisdom-
side balls rolling relentlessly across
the imagined circumferences of latitudinal
dimensions cross-haired under the
scope of backwoods privacy, seeing
with eyes filled with fires started
by unreasonable factions dissolute
upon the avenging angels whose wings
flutter mercilessly around both ears
that cannot hear beyond the nose lengths
of hammered concepts playing tirelessly
remnants of sounds echoing with futility
across the gardens of tombstones
carved by breaths singing 'ave maria'
disengaged from premonitions regarded
by some as final answers splayed across
canvases dripping with colors fashioned
from roots and berries collected as only
circumstantial evidence brought in baskets
woven with reeds that grew in years past,
the prime of jean brodie and mickey mouse,
the disney features parlayed into anxieties
that fooled even those that trusted time
as the mea culpa-mea culpa of surrender
dreadnoughts flying against winds of summer
trying in foolish vanity to cool the heathen
brows wrinkled by doubt and senility of
belief systems packaged for the back room shelves
lined with fourteen layers of cosmic dust
as a blanket to keep warm and reasonable
the fashionable midriff in-kind word flow
that emerges whenever thought mis-displays
itself amongst the brethren of civilization
together describing the taste of eternity
in volumes of manuscripts destined for fodder
to feed the unwilling and incapable linked
by rings in a harmonious surround of
the seemingly endless journey of saturn
spinning... spinning... spinning...
an eternal twist of fate aglow (bright)
[performed in lower case because they do]
__________
Cecil B. Lee
aka mtmynd
