A New Relic Poem by Leon Moon

This poetic work is comprised of 4 spokes,2 inter-changeable centres and is to be found a chasm, crystallising into sapphire; the first lapse of winter, chiselled by the motion of eternal effort, a touch of sunrise summoning sleep...









BLINK

She transforms. Hardly poaching dissipated solitude,
Forging heaven's tranquillisers, revoking the feud-
Ascension silence receives, cultivating seeds
Capsizing into the effigy we follow. -
A need to be.

BLINK

She transforms. Openly elevating inside breath I breed,
Emanations course, picketing the purple mirror maze-
Dreams left by the anvil shatter into a breeze
Sorrow churns to light and tomorrow is freed.
A need to be.

BLINK



Instant recollection!
God's vanity stripped bleak.

The final masquerade!
A henge dangles, weaving

Night's anguish into the cocoon sky,
Varnishing the dust I vaporise.


The first revelation!

BLINK

She transforms. Hardly poaching dissipated solitude,
Forging heaven's tranquillisers, revoking the feud-
Ascension silence receives, etc. etc. etc.



if the root is confined


Destitute coronation!
Parody of royalty!
Hardened, absorb-able clay!

The guise dictating novelty
Must no longer be called 'The Play'





Nothing Is No More Bright As The Morning


Writing Is No Less Than - seeping symphonies seeking solitude, rosan extractions
once depicting the filters narrating
the paradox of cause and effect

Exuding familiar lilac breath, an
aquarium as transparent as paradise
contracts
The outline of high rise flats
contracts
Birthing the hearth
of my distinction
Isolate and rectify
The Isolation
of my extinction
Desolate
Instinct Retribution
Radical, confusion
The outline of high rise flats
contracts

The Isolation Desolate

Bounty - Hunted - Fusion
Memory-foam illusion
Harpoons the intuition
Claiming I've chosen

Nothing is no more! Bright as the morning...

Exuding familiar lilac breath, an
aquarium as transparent as paradise
contracts

Nothing is no more bright as the morning!

Writing Is No Less Than -seeping
symphonies seeking solitude, rosan extractions
once depicting

Nothing Is