OUR SHARED DREAM (the Harvestcloud)

The harvest of the cloud,
sifting in the ionic panoply,
etched in parallax and paradox,
under the parasol of dimmed light..
abject night catches the glint in her eye,
echoing the stars,
tinged with oblitterant wonder,
and in the churning of now into something other...
time itself is made of the vintage of nothingness,
coalescing into the velvet,
deepest in the ingot's heart,
the pulse of eternity, reminds us of her achievements,
cast deepest into the calcified sky,
iterating wonder and its absconding into the mist of soon,
where the entanglement of ideology is wrestled from perfection,
itself in love with process and delight,
cascading into the eternal progress,
that is our shared dream.