Stacking stars like metaphysical blocks
The light sticks in the distance
And the constancy decimates the force of shock
In the progressive manse in the Present.
The templates from the Past
Shine opaquely on the plaster embossed ruins
And epic exploits
That cultivate into a personalized modern pilgrim
That grasps the plight of the firefly
Away from the flight of the vampire bat.
The Future dries in the recognition of the personal premise
That poises as a fulcrum for a surreal still life,
The sublime architecture of the virgin country art studio
That Destiny may prevail.