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this makeshift experiment towards immortality we call poetry

carry my dreams onward
for me, forever forward
of this time and place
to conquer the landscape
of the mind eternal
with words never quiet
or restful but bristling
with bellicose intentions
a marching army of
serif-footed fire ants
setting aflame the
encroaching dark, forgetful
nighttime of our mortal woes
for this is the poet’s special favor
sanctioned as divine comedy
to alone survive
that final utterance
those less damned
are earsilenced by.

The Alchemist’s Rose

The beauty of a flower
Is not in its petals or its scent
Nay, nor yet is it in the pollen
That crazed bees maraud after
In springtime sorties
For the truth is far more delicate
And subtle than that
As it of course should be
The flower’s perennial wonder
Is its eternal Platonic form
That casts no shadow
And is immune to corrosive
Time’s kisses for when
Seen with the mind’s eye
Its blooms are golden