THEOREMS
(Terror's Mitigated Rapture)
By Steven A. J. Drake
March 31,2012
Pandora. Loveless. Forlorn.
Gone on past foreign shores.
Heights of tomorrow. Ubiquitous.
Forevermore. Lost in translation.
However shorn. Clipping my wings.
Severed off of how to be born.
Thoughts in questions lain out
Along the lines of yesteryears.
For the sake of how one appears.
Fighting the fear of flying for good cheer.
Miraculous. Certainty that is clear.
Pandemonium's light waves.
Staves statuesque. Town's squared
Off in brilliant atmosphere. Splitting
Highways up to the stars. Three cycles
In truth of divinity saved.
Wild are the winds in spirit gone
Crazy. Who is to say
For severity? Gleaned out of hope
For tomorrow's proclivities.
Astounding to whom? Grave sight eulogies.
Testing your world. In dungeons of dragons.
Sleuth's disguise. Mindful of eyes.
Argus supplied out of
Shadows of night's calligraphy.
Animation's suspended bridges.
For crosses to bare. Traditions
Aren't fair. In blues of despair. For
As long as your life lived.
Out of wounded atmosphere dared.
Woven out of wicked rye rues
Of nothing out of here. Sincerity
Clawing at hammers, sixth dimensional.
Stopped in tracks of globe totters
Mystified by the facts.
Stretched on the rack of pestilence…
Poisonous waters. Disparagement.
Withdrawal out of rivers of
Tempestuous hemlock. Save for
Nothing but the shock. Cloth
Of torn curtains in reference
Of resplendent dreams. Taken out
Of contextual speech. A priori.
Theorems expansion of release.
Tried as true. Back doors under
Attack. Freelancing tombs.
Rifling through drawers. For the mother
Of my inventions. With no place to store
My memories ripped into shreds.
Bedlam's throes of un-abiding
Successions. Tyrannical.
Country's privateers. Invidious
Grieve stricken by shameful facts. Tears
Driven for divine intervention through
Terror's mitigated rapture.
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