THE PILLAR SAINT

  statuesque pillar-saint woebegone
  in perpetual management of proprioception
  lost in a gloaming darkly psychedelic,
  vortexing all around, menace-clouds...

  a vesper without hope
  for a night without morning

  humming lullabies of endless twilight
  susurring all around !
  a stature demure !
  yet such beguiled, stupid flesh !

 Metanoia-wounds cascading
 phosphor-rain and ash of stone
 upon the tremored bodies
 supine on the wettened grass below...

   parched to death athirst
   are the witnesses to this very witness of God
   communing beneath the pillar
 
   the mysterious contemplation
   and the ever-adoration  
   of boundless human excellence
   up there on the platform  

       the golden blood of the saint !

       running downward pylons
       dripping from the gargoyle beaks
 
       downward cascading across
       the cracked mosaic of existence

   vines of vermillion veins
   fractally forming around them,
   contorting all around them,
   rooting themselves all around

     growing about them weblike,
     spinal-cordially
     like intelligence-antenna
     towards a starry sky
     as to re-connect
     with something greater…