Epyllion

Lean into me sacred wonder child
with the lineaments becoming of an angel
all the panic and deceit etched in vain
for the waters of innocence to wash away

There have been rumours of bribery
in the heart of the fellowship of man
and the dread promise of metaphysical reprisals
but the true of heart have nothing to fear

In the rafters, a nightingale sings for love
and it is but a short road to the becoming of self
every soul doubts the solidity of its structure
but any soul stands upright through the gloom

With the arrival of a new governing body
hope of change electrifies veins like a subway line
and a gentle mist falls to wrap the naked infant
time murmurs along the gutters like rainfall

A lysergic idyll exists in every troubled mind
but the mental storms lift away all the directing signs
only the speeded pulse of instinct can guide
while the local administrator alters his hairstyle

Let me place you in the arms of the female
for any child belongs close to the natal source
I must go out into the street and face the throng
who are already busy constructing my crucifix