Catching Poem by Leon Moon

I am the pilgrim returning through impedance.-
After the veils in my jagged pocket had spread, those veils longed and sought for with no skill of intent except mere ambition, articulate the eternal presence of mathematical perfection which constitutes each embodiment I encounter and possess. I called upon the rain to bathe, for I am the chemist of diseases! Like spirits memories are perpetuated and exercised from my poaching essence - the desire for eternity itself! Each maroon drape dangles - as ancient primates animated by inter-personal mythology - and entwines their ruff around the instance of an image shaped as a brush powdered by heat - a prickled grey cloud gradually thawing upon a blood entrenched sky. They're merely limbs mutilated and spread into the inevitable unconceivable process of decay, the motion of the tendon's relapse tuned to grass within the Zephyr - Sprouting from my brain, the empty and desolate pocket turned inside out.
I have, once again, dreary and endeavouring, starving and raving, embodied the future, creating the distillations of specific natures to forge the appearance of a presence pious to all seekers.
Mirages and landscapes liquidate and dance to their own imprecates, their own imperatives, their own convulsion! The air has been stripped from it's heat and blight, stripped to the nakedness of my reason! The Travel! O' Divinity! O' Surges! Sweet Eternity for the bitter thought!
I am the pilgrim returning through impedance.-