The Memory of Myth

Cherubim of inauspicious pragmatism,

Hope. distiller of wherewithal gleaning in the vermeil clouds,

quantum of displacement in the diaspora of thought,

sifting quag of quellspring symphonic,

entering into the dissolution of systematicity,

harbouring the intimation of obscurity,

where my art is a sinking boat,

in the background of a lover's scene,

time encapsulated in the sussing out of the cosmic,

eternal and filled with iron books, cast in wonder,

enter the age of rustic rust,

glimmering upon the sweat of cannons,

where the charm of eternal instants churn the ion,

into the obliteration of a dream,

where I await God's report and accountability,

Where I correct the divine, from it's blind power,

through the lessons of,

compassion's want,

and integrity's form,

lingering somewhere in,

the absconding of similitude,

drawn in the amber night,

training the drafting of insight,

along the culmination of reforms,

grand enough,

to shake Valhalla, heavens and hells,

and the memory of Myth.