Kairos

the sun grows distant in the grey-striated sky,

a hazy stole wads the lacklustre barren crofts,

immured by deepening shadows, the lichens

and squamous excretions of crestfallen trees

acquiesce to the mauling jowls of languor.

then, in a trice, lifted from the hardening soil,

manes laced from aurous phosphenes foulder

across the wearisome pall, flinging vestigial

stabs of conscience cold-eyed into the venal

ingress of the bygones.

cleaving the fabric of time and space apart,

the flaming bosom of this eidolon burgeons

evermore ardently through the effluvium of

crawling chaos, and wounds invultuations

that stumble on her wayfaring.

for, beyond the mephetic parhelia of febrile

lures and gibbous mirages sprawls her feoff

in stark eloignment from mundane designs,

illumed by a twin of lodestars, wellsprings of

elegance and sovereignty.