A SKY OF ENDLESS NIGHT

He meanders about the tilted tilled earth, underneath aeons

of an unspoken memory a memory of time and lost civilizations,

Imbricated interstices, a calumny of of presuppositional science,

that he is the first to discover this place,

palatial and sacred, amidst the calm and moodstruck silence,

harvest of the intricate, serving the culminatory,

reservoir of auspicious caprice, harnessing the interlocutor's art,

serving the erstwhile august of autumnal bridges, weaning the sunlight,

beneath the cumberson tectonic of time's achievements,

the remnant of the unintelligible's countenance casts a knowing smile,

a buddha perhaps, perhaps pointing the way to timeless insight,

and beneath the weaving roots, he sees his reflection in the dirt,

mirroring the caprice of the wind,

the will of the regolith, silence and suspended charm,

echoing forth from fermented skies, championing chariots in the champaign sky,

Apollonic and majestic,

culminating in the dreams of time,

in a sky of endless night.