Decipher drained leaves , wilting on

king tide marks –

choose tomorrow’s sign...

...follow the true sun, rather than

tilting at whispering tornadoes that

promise eternal bliss.

Study drowned grottoes, oozing from a

suppurating spirit that

recites extinct beliefs and

croons lullabies of a dreamtime.

Converse with learned shadows, choosing

random partners who blatantly

share ardor’s blush and

touch encrypted skin.

Hurdle blunted fences and wonder

if the dead fall forever

or do they rise again?

Can they be saved from sin

or simply wreak revenge?

Call Destiny’s bluff

and decipher the puzzle

of the sword in the stone

as the lake watches silent.

Gaze blindly inwards to see

Gabriel

loudly

trumpet

false

epiphany...