to the flame

there’s a light seen and unseen
known and unknown and none between
only then will we yearn
when nevermore we return

from lingering night we’re drawn
possessed for a more immediate dawn
mad star struck from haughty height
furious downfallen bolt ignites

this profane reign contrives a sundering secede
its trajectory cuts a conniving bleed
for a phantom projects onto the austere night
and excites towards our abandoned flight

no more debased with our petition stayed
longing for imminent rescue delayed
was once our will bound, enslaved
emboldened, our new golden dawn’s arrayed

given, it gleams with dazzling insight
inciting our frenzied fevered flight
reckless, we escape the listless night
encircling madness, now pledge our plight

delirium denounce the refining austerity
cursing thee veiled odious asperity
only the fool now would resist
by clinging to hope unseen persist

burn blustering eidolon empire
all consumed consuming ravenous pyre
now the inhibiting night becomes dire
for our prodigal flight accuse thee liar

arise sibylline serpentine undulant ascent
spellbind with each flickering tongue transeunt
cool night covenant damned forgone chance
strike now our decadant Dionysian dance

as rolling rhythmic tongues enhance
lick even higher to transmuting trance
this swirling lascivious liturgy yearn
and careen our libertine flight inturn

howl nether nocturne, our brazen rewrite
lustful siren of silent night
willful want crescendo higher
satyric seduction sing our desire

carousel astride thy mounting pride
sentient bondage, bound carnal bride
a spiral sacrament of sacrificial rite
transmogrified spirit in bestial plight

blaze infernal vortex blowing within
bellowing blasphemous spurious spin
desecration defeating the retreating night
defy and enjoin our sati rite

transfixed, impend this twisting inversion
so degenerate to sate its vain perversion
insatiate fate, insane destiny
kamikaze feu de joie set us free

wend descend this race spiral down on the turn
from regenerate revelation with shrapnel spurn
thereafter desolate will backfire burn
and nevermore paradise see our return

to the flame
written by Scott Schoffstall
© January 26, 2013
all rights reserved
Poetic Sojourn


About Scott Schoffstall

I'm a relatively new poet having started in earnest 11/2010. I have sought the authentic and am still on that quest. I've diverged from the norm yet always reached for the universal. My interests were always beyond the here and now. Beyond the taste, touch, smell, hear, see. Where the mind and the spirit transcend the physical. They say perception is reality. Is it? Are we truly all there is? View all posts by Scott Schoffstall

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