| Might tsunamis of swollen anguish soon bear me
To the very cracks of doom before I sleep?
Midnight visions auger through this well-kempt prison—
Imagine schisms with bars of iron neatly combed
Melt outright twisting under magma fires thirsting
For the west end of the eastern paradox.
Meteorite and stardust interventions from afar
Cannot rend wardens of fear from this small faith.
Germinative pearl still proves hardy over worlds ill-
Bent on hurling grief waves or licking wounds bone dry.
Normative this penchant for potency in conditions
Rightly christened as evil, fractured, or sadly
Captive to bloated powers thinking the blue, floating
Faces denote stepping stones to righteous platforms.
Sieve and rocket-launch such pearls, delegate!
For the pen may soundly puncture Hades’ gates.
©2005 Carl Pecinovsky
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