Imminently, the gallant sage of the twilight
will crash into the murky infinitude of my dusky face
fusing the boundless crimson heavens
with mellow-turquoise earth.

The sun will die a resolved martyr,
her frail ancient body extinguished by blazing oceans.

I will rise upon concussive wind, shattered;
the monochromatic moon blushes
with the kiss from my quivering lips.

In that day, my tongue will scribble in quicksilver cursive
an ode for the unknown, the abused, the shackled,
upon the pitch black skin of the evening temptress.
Engraved in the palm of your pierced hands
I emerge like a sequoia extending toward the atmosphere.
Head first I dive into the sea of the abyssal stars,
the firmament composing my formidable frame.
Inapprehensible dreams
trampled and tarnished beneath the feet of sullen men
orbit my strident existence.

Someday, the elements will burn with a fervent heat.
The fleshy universe will sag,
reminiscent of the persistence of memory.
Time having faded into the cameo
subconscious of the eternal.
Moving further into the vociferous rapids of grace
I mount the cherub guarded ark.
Shaded by mercy I beat my scarred chest with clenched fists
breathing in the incandescent fires of glory.

Presently, immersed in the shadow
of the slumber-less city,
surrounded by the flecked lights of the skyline flickering
in concert with the yellow blurs of taxis racing by,
through the steel suspension rods of the Brooklyn bridge
I observe a lone star gazing into the misty puddles of my eyes.
Like a flaring comet shooting through the charred corduroy sky
it juggernauts towards me at the speed of thought.
Crashing through my caged soul it consumes my being
conceiving freedom within my spirit.

Out of the smoldering ash I rise with liberty’s flames
vehemently encompassing my brow as a crown.
Robed with the skins of His righteousness
I penetrate the dark valley of the night
wielding the scepter of His authority
deftly.