(,Inclined) frontispiece

where forms and procedures
are the only true avant garde
it is those most responsible
who are the failures of this world
those who couldn’t take credit
for what they could not do on their own

learn to be weary of patient men
they are consulting with spirits that whisper from trees
they are prepared for battle before you are dead
so that they may take you as you leave

the transcontinental delegate
lies buried in white sands
his homage scuppering
to delicate perfection
rebirth in the paragon

light blue

oxygen nanotechnology

inordinate perfection bearing veins in the slumbering mass of dreams
disseminating himself into shadows with the virility of the sun
the frontispiece dreams of the sun
he scourges the patient, the proud labor, the crowd disjoints
amber relics for trash compactors in the doldrums of our sleep