Bull Temple

Silent Avalanche

Posted in Verse is worse by cheato on October 28, 2008

Wakeful after dark,
In a stream of aural comfort.
Visions of tilting trifectas,
Taunting and evanescent.

Falsely herded
Into fake allegiances
By unprecedented colors
In a recurring rainbow of riddles

Dark pages from the past,
Resurrected in distant lands.
Tainting future memories,
With endless narratives.

Scant compensation
For patent foibles
Manifest every day
In niggling multitude

Weary before dawn,
In blended illumination.
Visions of countenances,
Blurred and fleeting.

Held ransom
To ambivalent queries
By deceased metal
Of an exigent, esoteric esprit

Preachers and pachyderms,
Preside over final congregations.
Amateur prophets deliver,
Futures that sleep with the fishes.

Retrograde horologes and
Ponderous precipitation
Manifest everywhere
In niggling multitude

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