Golden Escalator

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.