panglossian veronica

the bird is yellow, the stone is yellow,

how many veronicas? two veronicas

speedwell, occhi della madonna,

toba sees you high atop the pagoda.

fly great garuda, flow golden fire,

attracted to three stars on his belt.

serpent bearer delivers the antidote

through the hourglass of power.

sunken meru rises then strangles

the burning rock cleansing earth

shaken to the brink on tri-colored ribbons.

boiling glaciers after the day of the tongue,

cavitation below cold mountain summits.

evolution craves this genetic bottleneck,

classify clouds... weather is the great buffer!

creating aquilla the silver water plummets,

eagle man carries dead man in his talons.

bleu, blanc, and rouge, fire and water polarity,

yellow box, green box of instability.

war eats hydrogen and planets become stars.

obsidian! obsidian, caldera of obsidian,

the palm joins the five fingers united forever.

two humans, eyes in the back of their head, stand

in naked verite, cemented barnacles no need to think.

listen, in the end you become someone else!

panglossian paradigm, as spandrels of san marcos

decorated flowers coexist in a future manuscript.

yellow veronica appreciates the reflection of sunset.