Far above are gardens of cloud and rain
adornéd plenty with argent pillars
of purest essence, rising to th'azure
crystalline sphere like stately, grown trees.
Piercing, erring roots, luminous levin
branching blazingly through ætheric soil
reaching 'neath to grey, lower firmaments
spreading their altitonal tips loudly.
Ancient Perkunos, keeper of fiery flow'rs
since immemorial creation has kept
and cultured the empyrean champain
encompassing the verdant globe wholly.
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Songs of the Reed
PoetryA repository of various poems that I have written over the years gathered into this publication. Influences range from Whitman, Ginsberg to Shakespeare and Milton and confluence into what is hopefully a larger collection. It'll be updated daily with...
