round about midnights age
tarnished copper patina
silent furling waves
trechery through alien artificial intelect entrainment
lost humanity,
lost fraternity
blessed sacraments
changing reality
close your eyes
you can see it if you want
outward manifestation
care
love
then bind it together and call it a
race to the finish line
call it a capstone
or a new language full of life
full of weddings
full of round spots and hard angles and blessed unions and found treasures
secret places
adoration
reverence
blessings
and
long lost midnights that weren’t full of a dark evil but
a teenage American summer
bursting with energy.
not ladden with a house of mirrors
Regular Clouds 