One Day in History

There is lavendar in the wind...
These last hours of this year: who exhales this potion?!
Not the billowing breaths of oxygen sex,
Nor a pungent tree-flower's glee could lade the
Wind as such this Siren's punch.
Invisible, unfeelable rain: smeared across
God's face.
I'm hopping on a ghost train: accepting that
The sky is vain...
Modesty must have caused a bore & why should
Beauty be ignored?
It put on perfume, batted its eyes,
[the moon blinked a million times tonight]
& I do recall the sun spoke loud:
All day it summoned every brow
To lift themselves & stare, until it dropped
The hex.
It was tiny music staining all sight:
The clouds wore blush & seduced the night...
But confused themselves:
Their innocence was lost: they cried & cried,
& tossed & tossed...
No rainbow here. Lavendar switch:
The bottle was dropped & obviously ditched.
The arc of colour hid underground:
I liked the smell but pondered the sound:
Silent world---
All is asleep~~

Theosophy

Who will listen to me?
My swimming seraphs?! My rioting rogues?!
My acidic angels, yes? No? My pregnant woes?!
My selpulchered reigns: black opal abyss:
Inspiration's kiss draws down on this:
Love cloaks me like a past dragon's flame:
It isn't sane.
Wild, wild fire's wane & exit upon a
A dry, dry hiss:
Still I feel I never miss
The console of heat: great ancient beat:
Heart tweak: absence & mourning...
Vile warning: move on:
Singular being: awaiting reunion:
Teasing the memory: seeking...
Communion: illusion:
Fix it w/ a surrogate...~
I'm full of it: Magic. Tragic destiny:
I should move alone: crawl. disown. reload. unfold.
Be known:
As another...