SHINE ON, MERCEDES


Grateful to get a chance and
topple the time-lock, the
sand-glass and glue
less than laser…

Beam:

Silver flames –
magnesium, magnetic
fields unfold – they
sway and swirl, they
twine throughout
the funnel; syrup
strands.

And all along stands
Tempus on the thres-
hold of his staircase;
he is offering a
tower to the
soul.

It takes a while to doze
off, become reconciled
with terms stern hauled
endearment.

Boom:

Dead weight –
ounce ring and poundering
bolt, behold – they
both and they equal,
they match up to
a bundle; birch rod
rends.

All the while awaits
Mercedes at the en-
trance to her doss-house;
she abides the con-
sequences, sequent
vowels.

It comes along the hard
line, upgrades past beyond
control births of
engrossment.

Appreciative catching glimpses
forecast future, a forlorn
query and its prospects
plus de maser…

Be of assistance, starred Mercedes,
and shine on!

M.J.C.A. 17-01-2006