amped up

 

O star (the chosen one out of sight),

The loft does not give you the right,

Tight lipped tease, tonight of all nights.

Obscured by some long occultation,

A moon, a planet, a stepwise drop,

The dark cloud does reignite.

Taciturnly two faced exaltation,

Again time and again we must relearn

Of distant impermanence.

Transience one of three marks lets water and fire succeed,

Our sun, our bright star, and dull weed.

The unlearned worldling rising to meet thee

Travelled far from shores,

Amped up solar anus of the night,

The crime when I am the sun -the star

O life so parodic! my gold, my air, my equator,

The storm bombards and auroras fall and swell.

The sleepless eremite, the breast, the hand, the knee,

A deep root upon marble chair beyond extremes.

O star the fairest one in sight,

The burn the suffering we can not fight,

A self ignites but please tell me again what farrenheit...

Tell me Cassiopeia runs the sky,

O three seals from moment to moment,

A triple star bubbles in coupe yet still stays the mind.