The garbled marble groans garrulous,
As the maw of mottled igneous
Babbles through tumbling brambles,
Coughing and crackling billow by billow.
Waxing a lonesome lyric
Amid a palette lit by crescent Indian indigo.
A chorus of snow-stained sopranos -
Punctuated in sonorous timbre
The nocturnal Minervans keep a solstice vigil,
Seething to and fro a smaller crescendo....
Sweeping the sinewed symphony -
Strands of frosted sand
Scattered anon across a more diamond desert.
And as flock of a frozen fleet,
So too do the nomadic narwhal of the plains
Birth to breathe from the ice-driven drifts.
Plumes of choir steam against the fog strain -
Howling through the fog-lit luminescence,
As if in canid kindred refrain.
Ephemeral equine appear,
Enigmatic as eloquent
Overseers and travelers of this other mere
Navigating the Nautilus herd,
Through tidal troughs,
Shifting, sifting crest
Chariot coursers of crystalline Colosseums.
But even the implacable grey,
The weather worn & forelorn Father -
Cannot deny the twinkling inkling,
Which burgeons along the swells,
In sweeter smells.
Visions of verdant oases -
Echoes of Eve -
Far off laughter....
Emerald dreams and Elmo's burning pallor.
Yet in the ghast,
Of the interminable geist
The somnambulistic sonata,
Deposing the denizens
A chilling chancellor's repartee,
What will be the lesson ?
Long after the solstice
And the oceans of opalescence,
Have streamed away
A callous Aeolus will return
To conduct the question
Again and again across the tundra expansion;
Whither enviable Green,
Or sanguine Auburn
For naught, is it
Therein the answer whispers
As from empty conch ocarina,
What will be the lesson