expect the apocalypse if a vow as sacred as I have taken should prove mutable in the wills and winds and currents of the human heart, stolen from the fires of a Promethian glory unshackled to the punishing stone to atone for the arrogance of hope and love and empowering the juggernaut. actions refracted in colours of a spectrum that runs not from red to violet but from osmium to radium through silver and platinum and gold and rhodium polished to a rosary of alpha particles striking ghostly glowing receptors in a flint and steel approach to making nuclear fusion of lovers' sweat. breaking down the waters to make hydrogen and oxygen, breathing in the latter and fusing the former in a thermonuclear glory that rises like the sun in a heart finally released like Glatisant to stalk the legends of a lost mythology. where the Gods walk only in tandem. as it should be. copyright wfdv http://www.CityOfLegends.com/wfdv.html
Reason for writing:
I was waiting my turn at a poetry read in pasadena and the opening line struck me while I was talking with my beloved wife, Ann. the piece took about 4 minutes to write (I am a projective, one-draft poet)...and I read it to open my set...it was well-received.
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