ON THE WINGS OF ICARUS
Th e plan is to fl y free from the web of self-creation
under the vermilion fl owers of superstition’s reign,
on borrowed wings made by the man who deftly crafted
the labyrinth for a King at home in a kingdom of plays.
Dazed, against the golden decimals of the apple-red sun,
Diamond-dust fractions, refractions from One,
Bright light wakes your eyes in the tortuous skies,
as the moonless maze gravitates away:
Convex thoughts in minds concave.
Th e guise of equilibrium, balanced like water and stone,
Th e glass throne splintering its links, Seeded white light
winking defi antly into your silk-spun dreams;
the epiphonous stars courting intrigue and charming your celestial wings.
Rise until you fall, Reborn, Reformed to redeem judgment
borne to wiser rules and rulers fuelled by lesser gods of merciful duty
before the course of fi re’s fury that will pilot such fortuitous fate,
Resulting in your cerulean grave,
Life dissolves: Light in shade.
As the hourglass sands pour their sand-dune rivers
To sand off your branded skins, Th e triumph of the white lament is forever falling
into the gilded Aegean, But as an archangel bound to heaven’s melting wings,
You will breed a new league of dark, before darker kings.ON THE WINGS OF ICARUS
Th e plan is to fl y free from the web of self-creation
under the vermilion fl owers of superstition’s reign,
on borrowed wings made by the man who deftly crafted
the labyrinth for a King at home in a kingdom of plays.
Dazed, against the golden decimals of the apple-red sun,
Diamond-dust fractions, refractions from One,
Bright light wakes your eyes in the tortuous skies,
as the moonless maze gravitates away:
Convex thoughts in minds concave.
Th e guise of equilibrium, balanced like water and stone,
Th e glass throne splintering its links, Seeded white light
winking defi antly into your silk-spun dreams;
the epiphonous stars courting intrigue and charming your celestial wings.
Rise until you fall, Reborn, Reformed to redeem judgment
borne to wiser rules and rulers fuelled by lesser gods of merciful duty
before the course of fi re’s fury that will pilot such fortuitous fate,
Resulting in your cerulean grave,
Life dissolves: Light in shade.
As the hourglass sands pour their sand-dune rivers
To sand off your branded skins, Th e triumph of the white lament is forever falling
into the gilded Aegean, But as an archangel bound to heaven’s melting wings,
You will breed a new league of dark, before darker kings.