The jarring midnight dew

What permanent vanquished beauty

What tyrannical sea of change

Transmutes and transmogrifies

All that is indigenous to atoms

Rock, iron, wood, salt, root, flesh & bone

What increments are roosting in you?

In us in this archaic, masquerade

What sagacity, what foresight

Inches us forwards singular

Into an esoteric silhouette

What everlasting beauty

Imbibes through you so you too

Can be tantalised & bid within

The jarring of His midnight dew

Enchantments, repository