The Light Upon The Hill - Poem by Paul Amrod
Through the hourglass the perpetual passing of time
has captured my reverie and it renders me still.
The buffoons perform a series of pranks and charades
to tickle me with a cleverly inventive pantomime.
With the assistance of an audaciously courageous will
we proceed relentlessly forward inflaming our dazzling torch.
Evoking the mysterious incantations which launch the parade
as we gather and rendezvous illuminating the light upon the hill.
Ascertaining our liberation we recite our choruses and masquerade
leisurely through our environment appeasing the dukes and lords.
Chuckling under my sleeve I welcome the cortège as it passes
whimsically in my imagination progressing through a psychedelic promenade.
In our metaphysical state we are gallivanting like comets through the universe
arising the prophecy of unison and common cause as lads and lasses.
I am wandering amidst an eminent passion in these moments of hysteria
to extricate the innocent with a stroke of wizardry as evils are dispersed.
We fantasize a miraculous celestial panorama with Neptune and his mermaids
to chaperon our adventures as we are guided by the light upon the hill.
Refreshing are the baptismal waters which rain like manna from the heavens
exceeding our expectations alluring our senses and fulfilling our criteria.
Proposing an alternative exciting the adolescents to voyage in reverse
observing the inverse of the equation in search of the final thrill.
Given birth in a dreamlike atmosphere the apple blossoms surpass
the gorgeousness of the moment enthralling the dwarfs of seven.
Affixed by a hypnotist I curiously brought the ventriloquist through an escapade
conjuring the assemblage to perceive the glimmer of the light upon the hill.
Each witness of the profundity of this radiance uttered under the arcade
their willingness for cooperation as their docile temperaments will persuade
the pacification of an egoless attitude and an openness we must instill.
As the starlight flickers its timeless spectacle we envision euphoria as we transverse
through the interstellar garden returning in solace to the light upon the hill.
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