By J.Lynne Moore
Through the sparkling darkness,
Full of empty knowledge
Sound the silent bells
And freeze the flames of water.
Dumb mouths speak of motionless winds,
Transporting blind seers
Beyond the frigid embers
Of the somber day-star,
Allowing deaf ears to heed great inflections.
Permeating from the ignorant seers,
Saturate the vacant consciousness
Within the perishing immortals,
Permitting the noble assemblage to converse.
Behold the meager utterance
Of a rimed thunderbolt,
As it provokes a tranquil cataclysm
And manifests frivolous deliberation
Amongst the vile congregation.
Enticed by the vapors of righteousness,
Animated quietus descends ravenously.
Coerced to placidly expel their quintessence,
The nefarious seers rupture vehemently,
Amalgamating into the fissures of their exiguous universe.
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