On a majestic carpet it will show

hemoglobin, plasma, a sanguine basalt

magma shine

The coagulant of sinners spilled right there

on the lunar floor

As it is the age of the apocalypse,

a time for Gideon to get up, run away and hide

So praise the grim reaper and give homage to the moon

It is there that the vital speed leaves a secretion

that will leave a viscid spoon

But it is in the thickness of a summer ale that the incubus

will raise a tidy blue goblet

for drinking the orchid wine of a large black petunia

Because it is in the flower of the crescent orbed that the sun

will begin to rub

But ever so gently its ray will penetrate the darkness

that streams through a drunkard’s glassy green eye

The clairvoyance achieves its aim through the shifting of the soil

that sends mystic craters to the brain

But oh how the indentations speak volumes as there are interstellar sinews

The flower will dilate, extend, widen and vibrate until it reproduces in fertile ivy

for it will beat back the sunlight into a velvet lustering sheen

as comfort is an opiate that creates the null and void

Floating in an unseen cloud is the means to travel the anagogical universe

as thoughts seem suspended as they drift onward into distorted time

Yet it is the redolence that brings fragrance to the ovary, the anther and the ovule

So flavor might be inhaled through a nostril and beauty seen by an opulent sphincter

But it is in the absence of light that the blood begins to come,

creating images on the backdrop and texture on the vine

For it is in this ropy, dopey world that the cleavage will be revealed

It might rapture the intentions of a spider or insult the smell

of an overstimulated church mouse

but gather your wits about you and hang on tight,

the hardwood will help you and there might be no better place

than a highly lacquered pew

as there is no substitute for humility when your are surrounded by madmen

while anticipating the coming of the grate

So mince your words and chop them up fine, escalate your spirit and hold tight

to the twine

Forget about Gregory and look upward to calculate the ivory sand

It is on the darkest nights that you will see the blood dripping forward

You will ponder your own mortality as you avoid the imminence of the tenebrous day