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including "Regal", and " A Passion of Opal Skies"

Glass portrait in carnivals of regal cages

Blooming in orchards of veils en face en flow

White mountains in visitation of masked fogs rolling gently

Tears of wind strike telescopic eddies with grandiose rain

By which I am struck by beauty hidden by names and knowledge

By which I am swayed in rows of evergreen, fern, and rose

All who know wandering in scorns of crimson torch

To lapis midnight upon my vertigo

A passion of opal skies weeping voids of valiance

In the pink symmetry of facet valleys ‘neath bulbs of spring

Climbing knolls to lamplights of ocher noonward

Calliope marching in saffron and sweetened morning

To a dawn which grows infinite adjacent to youthful streams

As I meander in a stupor of colors I am reminded

By which the memory is in gilded dawns of sacrificial lights

By which I am swayed in chemical rites and forsaken en pain

To lapulzi merday upon lying relation

Glass portrait repetition borne flights of delirium

Anticipating wordsmith delights of magnesium

A canyon of tin skeletons laughing with regalia

As dawn strikes the thirteenth minute of trinity

And floral valentine en lace, awaiting behind kings

My trees shiver in dusk near rising flame

My trees quiver in dark moss of delicate green

By which I am transfixed in regal undertow

All who know granite and oak, wry in fatal rectangular

To amethyst midday upon solemn space

A passion of opal skies living in mirrors of words

As mists of heaven waves float from crashing glades

Ocean tones crying souls lift and lap ovals of sky

To roar majestic in motions of poured reverence

Speaking frost of tendrils waking in burning dawn

By which I gleam of shivering maple lines

By which I purpose in ponds of beasts

All who witness the tower quivering in seaweed

To malachite eventide upon trembling meadow

Glass portrait ermine glare of starless knells

A myriad of choking croaks reflected by the candlelit paths

Shores of molten wax on ivory sands wave to sycamore

In cascading splendor towards the knelt tribute eulogy

As mauve stemmed pixels dance on emerald lawns

I am convulsed into beakers of damp dawns

By which I am gliding on the avalanche of wisdom

By which I am lauded on moist dewdrops of morning

All who wither my statuettes of hawthorn glimmer

To obsidian twilight and burgundy of soft utility

A passion of opal skies relinquished in my regicide

In draughts of presence and dharmas of past

Calling to the sensible curtains, a veil of orchestral

A dusk of atomic winds shattering the windowsill and noonward

To experience of clawed malign scorching faith on graves

By which I have breathed the incense of a million suns

By which I am rebirthed from the smoke of humble zen

All who witness the horns of death and glisten in my song

To carnelian oils of sacred opal skies, a passion to you