Initiation Parallax

where the road departs from your destination 
you find The Wilderness Of Things… 
we blunder into culdesacs and -
sacrosanct steeples; twisting balloons at the Fair
to resemble implosions in slow motion.
for a quid.

you’ll find books out there that keep dark secrets poorly
and adventures that baffle your brain pan. 
and every twilight fissure in the world heart.
they rest on stoic end tables with noble dust 
and green lanterns bowing to shadows.
You’ll find brothers pilfering silver to buy golden calves
and cherry blossoms for no reason.

for no reason at all.