Rising Ashes (surreal) by richard lynn livesay

in later times:

Tea siphons the buzzing fly to grin at the daisy

Growing soil to cover the sins of entropy

As cyclones amass waterfalls in clouds hazy

Hazy clarity seeking tree bark and wagging tails

Nagging at the loose ends of the galaxy and snails

Bitter with low perspective, relegated to poverty

Poverty of the senses climbs the dendrite path

Exploring ruts of smashed amazon giant prints

Thou hast been missing, covered in misty hints

Hints that fill the pyramids in silty sand mystery

As the eye of Horus peers from the capstone

Bidding adieus to Isis and the five loaves history

As the wings of eagles beckon to the fiery chariot

And our sun looks longingly for its Helium source

Waiting for time to ignite into a supernova course

Dragons slowly melt the polar ice coaxially drained

Believing that forever more is day after tomorrow

“Seven Spanish Angels” harken the throes of sorrow

Belief went to the grocery store with empty shelves

And saw the reality of nothing and became one

But the buck stands proud with antlers full of elves

Grass roots were mowed by the grim reaper’s blade

And we felt the motion, quaking beneath the table

Raised high our glasses cursing brothers Cain and Able

The sequence paralleled we rode high the salty sea

As Poe and Pound recited mystery words to minor gods

Alas! The moon propelled us to the blue Aegean lea

We wrote and wrote upon the sands of time, in time

Poetry was the breeze of bronze breath on bay beaches

And we wrote until eternity became the now, sublime

Report! Report! Send signals aft around the cape named Hope

Fly your flags of freedom and fix the founding Father’s fury

Don’t give up the boat to pirates plague but seek a friendly moat.