IN THE SHADES OF SOON

Cul de sac culminatory minotaur, cascading on ion sift withing carcasses of rhetoric,

rich for the taxidermist's art of argument,

It's a repertoire of rhetoric systematically seismic and semantic,

serving the surefire serration of their surrepetitious synchronicity,

words sharper than a blade cut deep in the flesh of principle,

and sin is made cosmic metaphor, implicated by the corpus of artless aims,

sedate and seditious, serving the servile suspension of scant sacred skill,

womb of uplinked aeon, removed by the remonstration of whim,

a catacomb of echoes, stirred and stilled by the shards of schemes and schemata,

drifting in the void, the supplication of a perditious aim,

scanning the wasted years, of altrication demonstrating the theocracy of night,

God in the shadows,

in the velvet night, in the pitch of darkness,

cascading with infinite night and infinite light,

flinching somewhere in the corresponding of commencement,

drifing erstwhile harmoniously in the catatonia of will,

encased in the finite,

intermingling with purpose,

and revolution,

drawing light from the darkness,

in the shades of soon.