THE PILLAR SAINT

statuesque pillar saint woebegone
in perpetual management of proprioception
lost in a gloaming psychedelic,
darkly vortexing

parching, thirsting to death,
lost to desultory indifference
in mysterious contemplation and adoration
of human excellence up there on the pillar

the golden blood of the saint downward running
pylons, downward pillars,   
vines of vermillion veins
fractally forming around them,
contorting around them,
growing about them weblike
spinal-cordially
like intelligence antenna
towards the starry sky

humming lullaby of endless night, susurring all around !

  a stature demure

  yet such beguiled, stupid flesh !

from Christly wounds cascading
black blood upon dead skulls supine on wettened grass below