The future is a shattered sphere of glass,
Orbiting gently, like a field of temptation,
Honeyed ecstasy following, a blue iris
Transferred from one earth to another.
Paint, chromatic and visible, forms tense
Time, spiraling in cruel motions to take
Life from the hopeful and the spiritual;
Marble breaks beneath the smiling tide,
And futile gestures of ritual can never
Heal the fissures, never pour beauty upon
The white, vivid, visionary stone.
A totality of images, the rose sun and vibrant,
Pearl moon, slowly generate soporific blood,
As wine turns on the tongue, falling.