Rotating platforms corrode Mercury streams to incense,
Infusing premature crescendos to blind heritage,
Gasping, blossoming, magenta catacombs wind down sense
To a pulp of morning after imitation, the stage
Decking life as compulsory history for each age;
Starlets suffocate in the web\'s drainpipes, the pirate\'s bed
Multidimensionally squanders, exiles, judges the fed
And starved through the chase of dust challenging immense
Simplicity of everlasting dawns, the once untouched
Lantern cheapening dusk, a fairylight of lust, a gage
Unthought, as transmuted, as breath, swelling from the last dense
Memory paralysing itself in all forms of silence
Rising from the omelette-making spine of a weeping sage;
She\'s always dead, his long last love, always expected.