Wheat and Rye

Bristled brushes sweep and reach From the black of fertile soil; As the Queen of Space drips dew and grace The beastly blood begins to boil. His longing is a fire here In the midst of midnight moon; Sustained by grain and rolled aflame In tryst of calls and croons. Flowers nigh, the sweat itContinue reading “Wheat and Rye”

Hymn to Harpocrates

The plains ever trembling, O passionately kissedBy blades and petals stained amethyst;Whence night doth stray unto discerning dawnWhereby diamond dew floats upon the lawn. The fate of the cerulean becometh set in stone;It changeth from brilliance to purple loam,Yet the moon of steel reveals efficacy chromeAnd peers into the ecstasy of an ocean’s foam. RisethContinue reading “Hymn to Harpocrates”

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