In These Rhymes, Poem by Riano Harp

In these rhymes, concrete molluscs of the sea
Erect in ancient bowels of symmetry
The dissected Butterfly as a town;

Sourced from molten scopes ever streaming down
And through the rapids of laddering flesh,
Swirling echoes pound inwards the soul's mesh.

The throat's fruit chimes conkers in the steeple
Humming like rings in the feet of people
Magnetizing exodus, North Star's glue,

Waking minutes from the jaw-rotten blue
Opening the deliveries of blackness -
The Destroyer's glass doll admired in gladness.