Astromorphogeny

Shuttering clouds of passive stars,
Collude with breaths and sounds afar,
Of distant worlds impaired by fate,
Comely signs of rumored hate,
Will quench the belching vex of stares,
Compensatory golden heirs,
To astral thrones upon the hill,
With knights to chide,
And rogues to kill

Heaven calls,
To quell obsession,
Spill your cheaply-strung confessions,
In prayer to His gilded altar,
Never shall you dare to falter,
Jail the mind to free the soul,
And speak unto your psalter

You fault the sky,
For transit moons,
But cling to fabled fairies' runes,
Advocate the siren's song,
Though abdicate all right and wrong,
Justify through false regret,
Yet accuse of mental pirouettes,
And witness all the ill effects,
My friend...