by Rowan Blair Colver
Emerald meadow song swiftly casting spans,
Distances of amplitude cupping many hands,
Swaying sudden theology crafting of the beast,
Sagittarius lowers with an Aquarian lisping feast,
Fraying in the memory a moment from the heard,
This portaline experience of living lamps and word,
Whisking love and solitude with plastic molten spell,
Diction of the angel realm causing colours in the swell,
Myriads fling hoping song in happen-stance him there,
Crux of some falling flurry of montaging misplaced care.
With tree branch with candle with ghost of the roost,
Polishing of mirrors and the just I am of the truth,
Vector of the spectre an illusion within felt heart,
Tracing back the destiny for the sever of depart,
Paper cards in furnaces which smear when graced with fear,
The Bunsen of the soul is caught when spirit is not near.