The Echo Of An Iris Poem by Leon Moon

Slumped on a beach, the agonising memory of an everlasting dawn sterilises the makeshift cavern plotting the horizon; deserted and seeping, an effigy eternally birthing life from the sun so easily accessible in childhood splits into channels and streams curtain-tailing the sea air I breathe…blindfolded envy varnishes the morning as if the past never depended upon the future.- - The vault of melody, begging for love, carves pride from the sanctity of a shadow's solitude, weaving gold linen imprints, jagged and desperate to be found yet not followed. A self-combusting mystery; to share this misery is bliss. The mundane is too profound and I have no where else to be stranded; for me to prove I instigate the divine consumption of the universe, unveiling redemption to be god's first curse, a cure for the wicked, offering nothing but words to save me from the fact that mother keeps forcing me to unpack; -I am the only one to ever exist. Slumped on a beach, the agonising memory of an everlasting dawn sterilises the makeshift cavern plotting the horizon; …