Raise the high finger 
wave, make waves 

let my pie fly
consecrate the sky.

Where plusses 
rift deuces 

battle mortal cruces
crave for truces.

Buffer and squeeze 
the holy breeze

beating 
the bounds.

Arises 
and flies 

troubled tangled
undisguised 

speaking of
pathways to love. 

But where beauty brings
uneasy things

contrarity 
is a constant companion 

never immune 
from yearning 

from overturning 
cart for coal. 

My Grecian windflower
in a perfusion of urn 

mother of invention
and the eternal return.