Cotton Boulders

I will not let you
slip through
the syntax
portal of
holographic aneurysms,

threaded loosely
in the undulating
haze fractured
by truth,

calypso the hula hoop
of eon
displacement,

so, victory may crescendo
into the amethyst
artery of diabolical
pestilence,

to bloom
turquoise fields of
Jerusalem lilies
as the wailing wall
sheds auric pinwheels,

spinning in the
stillness
of shattered
filíocht mhisteach