A Petal, Yet Still Poem by Leon Moon

Permeating silence's frozen dream idleness steals…

Blackness' Empress carves poachers from silhouettes
Pilgrims store in prismatic caverns, ever lasting the elastic static
Winds swirling backwards unto the sky's mollusc-shell vastness,
Making a mockery out of the Sun and the lover's she deceived:
Incubating ignorance through inward explosions
Exhuming the bespoke smoke we invoke
In the visage of timeless raptures; -
setting the Earth into motion! —
Premature ascensions scythe open reel to reel


Anchoring the dimensions of Real a sun-burnt eye conceals…

Never wilting, in the bright odour of sanctity
Gravediggers possession's, the reasoning of our deceptions
Stitch tomorrow to yesterday's ideal in marvel of the horizon's inventions
Burrowing, where prayers are needless and time sings unspoken.
Altitudes of zero orphan the rose's erosion
Grown endless, varnishing the darkness she reveals
Alighting the ever vanishing Wheel of impossible futures; -
sanctuary of devotion! —
Nesting alone in the humour imagination fractures


Paradoxical paradise, never found twice, beyond where thought feels…

A second's width is stretched hollow round a star in time's labyrinth.
Mining emptiness into sound, vivid unconsciousness
Retraces cyclical staircases beyond skeletal fictions,
Novelty's astriction, the aviator's afflictions we rode
Seeks to show suffering's currency is laughter,
On hard shells stained with the sap of night's golden ocean
Vaporised, drained and awoken, lies the king you've chosen,
Dancing through flowers in the guise of surprise which captures
Us in the splendour of surrender, a prisoner balanced upon none:
Forging the ever expanding heavenly trauma to a harbour
Of enlightened deficiency;
The brutal saviour and wish-less dictator are one
And Nature nurture's the depths of herself to a Jester
Through deaths vain trick; -
isolated totality perfectly broken! —
The universal tragedy, uniquely inherited, which none but love endures


And at the height of every dawn, a girl falls into a void she forms…

A petal, yet still…


The Echo sting blossoms within the beams of every cause -
The adoration you seize destroys me in such a way I cannot leave.
Rotating twin-duplicity infects anonymity's mask
Of limitless expanse, installing fragility, - the question love can't ask:
What is left of me for you to love, when all my love is the blood we breathe?