Do thoughts grow or fade like the sun in dusk?

Like jeans that split at seams
growth it seems survives my dreams
the sterling sweet between ears
schemes the ritual mutable screams.

maledict cries those dieing sighs
flicker against the ruby backdrop
writhing a dance of death in air
an heir to Plutos grotesque despair.

memory once a tear of true pulchri
now the sallow sired whispered, molten
nothings curtaining to a certain dirge,
a satyrs nymphs condemn and hold.

Growth restrained demonic relent
pull the callow gristle of deaths content.

muses breathe life the ember grows
undeath fights back imperious blows.

folding flames lick chasms of imagination
fighting rapture  and mans condemnation,
a rebirth affords no succor gestation
shackles break.  mans revelation.

Like jeans that split at seams
growth it seems survives my dreams
the sterling sweet between ears
schemes the ritual mutable screams.