The Monarch

Dive
Into the Monarch’s
Aura
And you may find
A Vermillion firmament
Explosion
A cask
And dipper
To drink of dusk
A mingled mist
Of arabesques
With flecks of Cardamine
Receding.

Jump freely toward
The gyred grip of
Concentric
Symmetry
Reflecting
A fanned, minuscule Alhambra
Expanding
From tubed pearls
Set in emeralds.

There is a tear
In each of us
Where the limitedness
Is faced.
And we must decide
Where, & when,
And whether or not
To proceed without constraint.
If we are to be
Absorbed
Within the essence
Of Hope.

gjh.

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