A-LIFE-LESS-NOW.

A-Life-less-now

Oh ferment of isolation.
A life less now.
Happenstance of obliteration,
death to the debt once sublime,
rooted deep in the mystical apriori of their wanting need,
Always simmering in the instant of your wonder,
as now we suspend the eternal for the instant,
of a catacomb felt through the ambient dream,
harbinger of erstwhile distinct omniscience,
holes in pockets,
holy other soonness,
bullion bullhorn bulbous green, 
cannon instep arbiter whirlwind, 
halogen superimposition, charming the inculcative,
dreamswept orbit, hanging in the spigot of time,
elliptical paths squared drawn and quartered,
into the seasons and other imposed catacombs of culture,
deep in the swirl of sounds we cannot hear,
angels sing to devils,
and convert the wicked to innocence,
in a life less now.