September 4

If it is in eternity.

If it is in a word or a long roll of film.

This thine those thoughts this that vertigo

If it can be said or it can be seen.
If it can be hewn sewn sounded shown wedded

Welded or maybe righted only in the razing of the

Holy See

If it dwells in the wells of youth or
In the twin soulful pools of dark ponderous
Vacant silences of the old elder

Sanctuaries

If the conservatory if the aviary, if in the

Glint in the flinted visage of it the
Summer flight that hides in the
Darkest Twilight

If black terror if black gehenna thence
Or a conquistador of iron, epaulet hubris

In that.. singular art of his avarice his
Severity

If you would utter a single shred.
If you would breath one slaughtered
Sacred scarred argot of the thing the
Syllabus of the Sea..

If it is in eternity.
If it has the wings of a fish or the eyes of a dove.
If it can be flumed, wrought written in a

Viridis Whisper

Do not dare me do not dream do not deign it
To be more than it ought if you thought
To fall for good and not forever