IN THE WATCHWORK WORLDLUST (The Night Apollonic)

N THE WATCHWORK WORLDLUST

In the propaedeutic introduction, sifting through the words, it always dawns on him in the night, Apollonic...

Disentangled ferment of isometric concealment, somewhere in the sacred geometry of a smile,
Held in your hopes and yearning, subsistence harbours the happenstance of a community driven by assailing throughts prescient to the armistice of chance.
Hold me now eternally, forever driven by the bloodlust of ambient disanalogy, harvested by the empire of soonness,
drawn by the carriage of windswept starlight,
the Apollo of the night sky, shattered into a billion vissions, within a billion visions.
Worlds upon worlds linger...
for the untold treasure of mindfulness driving connection,
in my eternal searching,
in this...
eternal worldlust frenzy,
for I am a simple man
a reasonable man,
driven from this vision of night,
and eternal days,
into the bloodlust ionic,
in the watchwork worldlust.