Love’s language bruised plum purple prose
Prudent also, eyes to future
Tensed knee blessings
Greedy piety dreaming riches teeming
Love-fettered arrows sent at love-denying breast, impressing good sense
Sentence mended not by mere sentences
Pittance of grace leant loved heart hearing true word dearly meant
Lifetime spend pursuing ending
More amazing by half journeys.
Men died for less than love’s trialling triumphs, over liars and petty settlements
For a rose’s meaning armies froze entire bloodlines
Empires rose and fell like Gath’s tallest at the cast of Donatello’s David
His pained forehead stained, a robin’s breast beside Christ’s threshed flesh.
No one knows how many dead
How many born, bred, sinned, saved, eschewed chivalry, led lives complex as belt locks of linear Orion who brightens obsidian oblivion
Who do not deck, and never did, even when old ink was wet, pages in the domesday booke
How many proud-named once high flamed, deranged, infamed, remain nameless to this day?
Even those who stay have merely lost their way en route to appointments
Eternal portion under pensievity neither gift nor liberty but punishment
Life endless
Could one tending towards imagining menacing sentences inhabit viler notion
Give me that potion whose origins are the sweeping Lethe beside which dreaming Cerberus is seen by the knees of Orpheus
Buttes beetender leading Lethe-succoured to leaful sleeping places
Where lived age’s weight lifts, away drifting like hours in good company
Taking beekeeper’s honey-gloved hand, his apiary amazes me
His hive’s stingless bees thrive, making honey sweeter than debris for Olympian paeans.
Names ever blooming on tomb-disrupting tongues, works thumbed
Plumbed thoroughly, plucked of vitality by plucky prudish dullards
To be a face recollected daily, thought paling
Give me fortress walls mighty to hide me
Goliath-high railings gaoling me, whose height surprise even I who devise them
To be a writer writing, words arriving and thriving in guided sequence
Secrets sequin scripture, to see picture in constituent part art of God alone.
Alchemisland 
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