Never Such Majesty

My flurry magnet—afflict such deepness—infuse a daymare.

Such sophistication, an aged perfection—my nightmare.

For lightning love, a gravel tear; and thunder love, a

Woman’s flare. My everything, my mourn mirage, flee the

Vision. Else baptize soul, my fallin’ bladder—infuse the

Future. But never the touch, for such is beauty, a tragic flame.

Ope the calligraphy, a prayer upon the sky, a fervent plea.

Indeed, a Sunday breath: a miracle life, something esoteric.

Thus the feeling, a winged affliction; and thus the pain, a

Slanted thought. For “some type of friend,” my love; and

Never this majesty. Thus alert, a beating heart; and thus aloof,

A mystic tongue. And such forever, a numbing prayer—a

Phantom’s poison. But never such joy, a dungeon’s key; and

Never such night, a brilliant star.