Night Current Poem by Riano Harp

Each cavity of this Earth-blown flesh
Defiled by the cheap ventriloquist
Erodes to posterity's swamps of acid light,
Crystallising to phosphorous petals
Which gleam and expound formless multitudes,
The soul's current of eternal delight;
These veins and waves bound by the mesh
Of webs wove by the comprehension of rest,
No longer craves knots and masts of airy sight
Claiming the sailors escape upon vergent hulls
Belonging to the multitudes —
Those golden vessels seeking death in night!