Quicksilver

He is nothing but expression's prey…"

Lavishes of Dusk impart to contemporary reposes of prey,
The ravaged cartilage inside all breasts and quills of black
Sizzle under the weeping golden eyes of the wretched clinician
Whom ties his indigo straits, from the Dawn of Pan, upon his back
And carries conceptual pride naked; Our hermaphrodite's recited day,
Mercurius' hour, learnt by elusiveness, bows to the ominous emission.
— ‘Praise expression! — The familiar contemplation! '
Echoes the hollowed boy shrouded in the rubbles of his nation,
Sickly persuading, flat-chested and contrived of birth to soon
He is the typical closed-cheek, narrow-eyed boundless child;
Flints of the weakest steel, seismically black from maroon,
Filter a magnificent colour from the scythed hue of the Sea
Within foam harked from pubic bone; senseless batterings mild
Sets his thoughts into motion, hidden under what we can see.

The general illumination will start with the most basic expression
And evolution will be agreed upon, but not by general illumination;
The cast shores of opalescent bore, sieved by radical aggression
Will be most radiant under the democratic molestation,
Our mind is the grand embarrassment, necessary for the regression

Of a deity, wrists of purple valleys and heaths of conversation, 

Tied within our eternity of understanding— this body's compression: —
Grooved by a weakened genie grooved by his marooned composition,
Is not based with a heart, mind, loins or breath—the lesson
Learnt and decided by ourselves. The wind is desperately superfluous
And the creatures with crooked laces burrow in their makeshift holes;
My farce is endeared and sadistic, I am lost within unseen colours
And my knees have nothing but the aspect of brittle scythed souls;
I am truly stranded upon a foam gnawed shore, and I live my day
In the visions of present— I have nothing else to do except pray…

"The intelligence of Destinies will worship his cause…
His destitution will be considered as abundance…
Embankments of gold will be stripped to pride...
The savage rivers will be renounced as virtue....
Divine Capitulations will be sensed aloud...
His visions will be squandered to Earth...............etc. etc. etc.

Reinvented love will be cast to gravel!"