Supernova

I. O Magnum Noctum

In the weary morning 

Coming to a revelation in a trance of delirium

On the pedestal of manifestations with evening

Noticing the collapsed barrier upon the threshold

Held in the air

Elegies of autumn as the angel unravels in utopia

Rolling in the acrylics on the mountain and stream

On the pedestal of apparitions with dawn and light

Twas the noon 

As the vizier smiles a charming forbidden trick 

As the country perishes in the eyes of the spell

As the river flows in the touch of sequence and night

In the saddened day

Coming to reaction in an epoch of equilibrium

On the stairway of spiritualists with dusk and midnight

Noticing the basilisk singing the songs of loveless kings

I look to the sea

As reflections of the sky gaze at their counterpart

As signals of reverence look to their goddess of music

As the rhyme dies and the form enters a void of logic

II. Our I in Bridges Old

Our joy in gesture

The collective sounds

Improv and peace

With satin on our grounds

I look to the sea

In calm and serene

In talk and spoken

I look to the glee

In theme and post

In wake and lapse

I tread in fear

I walk in lachrymose 

Bridges and quarries

Holding stone and river

In winter and spring

In instrument and sing

Old meadows flee 

The orchestra weep

The throne is of crimson stone

Old fields gesture in joy