Rending of Captivity

Flowering Emerald of distance .
Sapphire of compression.
Time that has milled its
Way too taughtly, threshing
Lumbering visages of hope.

In the petrified arbor
In the hanging Amber there is
A dragonfly - that wishes
Your dangling advantage broke
The determination still
Held in it's wings, captive
Captivated, born so dazzlingly
Into slopes of your abduction.
Petrified in Dawn too early
To know if it has been descending
Or ascending.

Mesozoic in your molten
Gold- it flowed into your
Dense lighlike shading
The first, "fairy captive"
Not escaping, proto
Orpheus- first to be
Lured to Hades by
The Pomegranate's
Juice and captivations
That was what any poet
Would have called it.

Flowering Emerald of distance .
Sapphire of compression.
How all light, archaic
Dawn's into it's presence-

You hold in you the mystery of
A great unravelling,
Just as Achilles bucked ses
Aegis, bucked ageless
Poseidon - your spirit
May becomes, out
Of the black coal of time
An ageless diamond

You are waiting for an
Incomprehensible dawning
Of freedoms.
So you will loom in
The ruin of these Evergreens-
Amidst the rending of the Acorns
Liquidated, in the dream
Of amber. Against dawn your
Ruined savage gleam- bursts
In light-like cavity- bursting
The return of hopes, to all
Broken hearts now famishing