Gloam of the Increate

A rose floats within the chaliced globe
(vivarium of viscid color) and blooms;
the clouds shed petals and their changed topology
interpolates an inchoate chaos,
releasing the Zeitgeist of fractional light.
Within our clockwork minds is fomenting
a planet forming, a science of Jurassic vitality.
Or void. Primordia and foam and the churn
of revolutions’ reveled potations.
A sky of cirro-circus and bacchanalia:
these be the civilities of the privileged hour.
Jove again, smarming over glutted gold-vermillion
and the million headlights and streetlamps
now silhouetted in their denouement.