~~~ They Are Brewing ~~~

They haven't yet come to the trauma

where there are no gates,

No lights,

Complete shutdown  -

Further away there's a sun,

Caught in the sky 

that wears a blue gown;

Wrinkling audacity -

red circles, pink and purple,

Oars -

Men drinking wine,

Corpses lying down on floors -

An unknown road that leads to martyrdom,

And all windows in place of doors..

Heads that peep out of it and gape,

Staring at some other world,

Without sound, heart and shape-

Sprinkling in the ether, the color of odor..

Sights of graves, whorls and love,

That make one shudder  -

And in their trance like fervor,

Their mouths opening in an oval orgasm -

While the whimpering world opens

its arms to blossom...