The Smile of the Unvanquished

along the strolling dikes where early Spring's verdure fringes pensive rivers like a finical gleaming garland, breezing through hushed avenues of towering poplars which absorb the velvet flurry of air in a mosaic of leaves, light and shadow, their vibrations humming along with the reverberant jingle that escapes from the chest of the modest wren as a hymn engulfing the mildewed skeleton of a gaunt and dismal Gothic cathedral left forgotten, flutters the will o' wisp in spite of her brittle and coy character in the maternal embrace of a unparalleled temptation equal to the very same breath of life that sired a soul into the universe, and in her puny bagatelle she is the zoetic torch scorching the stolid ossification that traps the ambitious heart, and she is the lattice from where audacious dreams branch off to heaven, and mature in the face of our empyrean cohorts into a tide of promethean crusades, venose of blood and ink, which s...

when the earthcrust churns, bounces and heaves, whilst a murder of crows gyrate as dead weight from the brumous heavens, spreading their poison of black omens, and the farmer dines on his wife's ashes watched by the senile eye of the hooded sun, the mute hours limp in tune with the yelping dirge of soused wraiths wheedling the aggravated billows to unleash their voltaic outrage, a figure forges ahead with nimble skill across seracs and moraines formed from man's repertoire of prosaic enterprises nullified. wary of loquacious hierophants promising opulent vales and sordid potlachs sprinkling trinkets of convenience to the comatose drove as they wriggle in flat resignation inside the labyrinth of their own dun-hued, stale abdomen, the wayward wanderer tersely censurs a dying world's lore from his ocean deep soul and takes in the beech's cool shade the little death in a loving embrace. engulfe...