Knights clamored in ill-suited armors, they
Ravaged and pillaged expanses in lost time.
Rubbles of crumbled castle towers, massive
Gothic cathedrals, eradicated in the search
For extricated remains of mystical stones.
Freights of fractional constructions piled onto
Dreary heights in attempted removals whilst
Deprecated villagers weeping ash filled tears
Swept trampled dirt trails of the long begotten:
Ratifyingly frightened encounters on dusty roads.
Falsified ramifications denounced by bellmen
Decrying purifications within those currencies,
Deemed to be remnants of illusionistic histories;
Defiled. Vilifications of mystiques, their tomes,
Spells, and enchanted wards, decidedly null.
Disillusioned carriages brimming with urns of
Fallen kings and queens and other royalties,
Carried by riders that knew in certainties of
War torn villages, wrecked and salvaged in
Merrymade haste by friars and their friends.
Disclosed occlusions of eternal salvations in
The ascension to compassions in blindfolded
Growths, innervated fervent roots in resisting
Townsfolk who’d build walls to prevent some
Futuristic alien life form from invading again.
Flora and fauna waver inside of green bamboo
Liturgies, dwindling by the numbers in stinted
Abnormalities; a deft escapade into a cave womb.
Legions, in weaves, gather at the sun’s dragging eve.
Materialized celestial bodies, decked out in regalia,
Taunt at those taut covered lids, fabricating the inert.
Reactive stimuli, benign, latent, a recompensed spree;
Spuriously preferred folds shaped inside the imperious.
Follicles carrying tufts of needled steel,
Radiated lilac-greys, reflecting
The moons’ beamed phase.
Silkily, they sway in devotion,
Within miasmic atmospheric graze.
Carelessly, a zoomorphic deity
Blaringly grinds splintered bones
Grating cracks emitting from
The outer circumferential visage
Of isles laden with iridescent ores
Stained in champagnes and marines
In glimmering idiosyncratic meanderings
Surrounding nitrogenous asphyxiations
Of igneous deposits bent in silicon sheens
In plausible replications; seditiously contoured
Altercations met in disfigured capabilities
Exchanged in electronic measures whittled in biases.
Unraveling fates in magicks or in numbers
Within fabrications once anointed: reviled.
Unable to cast vapours, sans-senses,
Of the catalyst and its manifestations
Absolving it as wishful resonances.
Greyish rumbles, eddy in unnatural currents;
Impalpabilities of fantastical impurities.
Static flames trailing
In arcs within tangibilities.
Incised details in sparkling epidermal fibers,
Bleeding rays of non-mythological idiosyncrasies.
How peculiar those choices in installments of
Lofty centigrade heat; in oxygenated ironies
Of unanswered questions in uncertainties.
Lost in the vulnerabilities of celadon glazes
From dreadfully discomforting pleasantries.
There was a time I believed
In a fantasy place.
I built a temple on
Of paranoid imagination,
Ornate acanthus leaves
Chiseled into fine lunacy,
Screeds of data scrolled
Into voluted borders,
As fluted grooves of belief
Sang to me, ’twas reasoned.
In disbelief, I
Watched the wrecking ball
Of objective participants
Demolish the columns
I had sculpted with
Time and attention
Left in ruin.
I won’t build temples again.
You had chosen life instead.
I had wanted to see magic
At least once.