Oh I look it in the eye with a wary scowl

Deserting terrified, the loom so vague

Evincing faintly more than craven cowl

Glorified amid the pines, a feu de joie for plagues

An acuity of operation

Aberrant in its clime & aerial imprecision

Neutrally into immaculate enduring

From trampling a serpent to vaporizing everything

Oh this lifting of the cloth & rancid atmosphere

A myna repertoire of faithless bombardier

Continuity & perpetuation

Decompression of time & callous indecision

Under swift approach of our disintegration

Free from petrified dread & the horrors of anticipation

We recovered a pattern written on the air

Its tone a premonition of alacrity

In a liminal space, an idol unrepaired

With a criminal quell of path & posterity