Form

Idea in pure state,
A breakneck speed of burial
Hoarseness in translating the idea
From an abstract notion.
To where the petals gather between two hills,
Meadow flow of Goddess Rhea;
Passing by dying daisies like a cathedral copse,
though no offering to Panic shall be made,
set to motion
Need meets desire and loss risen transcendentally
Love lorn forlorn, voice and third eye of seated Sita hope
Fair share and the will to lead the way
Of mind over matter, the luminescence of the stars
Interstellar dust of shaken Broadway dreams
Betwixt the vanity of percussion's in-temperament
calamity
the venue of Venus and Mars
Tragic wars' continuation
A diamond tapestry that is unraveling at it's seams