Ryōan-Ji Garden Poem by Alexander Zalan

Compelled to dwell in fragrant haze,
Of banished whimsy and derision,
Grotesque and so uncanny daze,
Surmounts eternity's collision.

The parchment full of withered dreams,
Pervades abundant halls of fame,
To subdue peevish fringe of rays,
Delving into embellished shame.

Serenity once swayed the banner,
Ubiquitous with joy and mirth,
Though mediocre, inept manner,
Protruded to a sombre girth.

As candid stones through flux of time,
Replenish oozing wisdom's pace,
Gregarious, intrinsic chime,
Is to abash exerted grace.

The arcane gale of fifteenth rite,
Thou shan't surpass the drastic odds,
As every paltry leaf of might,
Is opalescent shard of gods.

Through incongruity and spite,
Owing extortionate debts,
Some just contrive to strife and smite,
In the abyss of lucid threads.

These barrens are of solid mettle,
There's no one to admonish vice,
You won't abet, rejoice or settle,
As ailment's is pernicious price.

Despite so brisk and sumptuous mornings,
Oblique are rays of scorching past,
As nonchalant and gleeful warnings,
They've flourished with recumbent crust.

Contagious smirk, redundant stories,
Distorted wind that alters gale,
The scaffold disembowels worries,
As inconspicuous, thorny dale.

Decades shall pass and lives will scatter,
As brandished is the vane of mourn,
Nor frivolous, nor gilded matter,
Transfigures patterns of the scorn.