The Dream Casts A Spell Of Breath Poem by Leon Moon

Discretely, the dream casts a spell of breath —
A soldier carves himself sloping against metallic caps
Sharpening nuclei with vibratory impressions of light,
A purple watchtower rotting the horizon
Electrifies wind; shivering rocks hum, sway, rock,
Gasping with memories of revelation from childhood;
The stag raises his brow above the clouds,
Immense voids and faithful projections loosen order,
Strings innately historical along with premature spirals
Elucidate the ferocity of simplicity in pendulous
Resurrections reversing appreciation
To ancestors regressing through
Capsizations of harmonic delicacy;
Images scour and spill sound across bobbing heads plasticised
To the invisible sea, ornaments gauging infinity,
Casting to words the medium of worship.
A restless eye directing fear without flesh,
Consuming the jewels of cosmic runways,
Relinquishing stars by sticking a glass sun
To chimneys returning you home; -
The heart pretends to starve.
Discretely, the dream casts a spell of breath. —