Out out they go in
rippled waves undulating
smokey-mirrored rings
these concentrics like
Orbs in clouded Spaces there
about Diana
E'er Supernal,
now circles for Faces gone
to places else... Yet
out they go & go...
these rings apulse aquivered
beyond this Sun and
Antipode, awash
in clouded Moonslight...out &
out - Oh!, not-so-brief
Candles - beyond Space
Antivort, as sponge Re-re-
flections of an-
nulus Consequence!
Unicentric wavepercusses -
Bom!...Bom!...Bom!... Eurhyth-
mically "Telltale Poets"...
Time... Non Esse! And yet they go...
out...&...out....&...out...
from cloudy-headed
Places... Echoes through soundless
Space, these filaments
to a Billions Years'
devolution, alas the
Pebble in the Pond
To what Heaven this
Hell hath wrought from throbbed circums
of our obliqued Lives!?
H.e.m.H’H.
1.12.MMvii.
(Ad Astra Per Aspera)
Two Shea
