sybaritic sixty

it is the colorful season.

the season of change,

of opalescense and alabaster.

can you even imagine 

a world without Octobers.

amber laburnum circles hexagons,

today, a new box arrived.

elephants are afraid of bees.

between three, the cat weaves. 

Aesthete, build a hive fence

among the hanging golden chains.

keep your eye to the grid.

look for essential positive disruptions. 

enlightenment. here comes the rain!

a flock of loquacious raconteurs

spout words logophiles long to wallow in,

haunt points from Vega to Thuban

technomadic boot back to the pyramids. 

the axis wobbles clockwise,

platonic year polestars close the great circle. 

polaris past life turns to Mu Cephei

then on to the swan’s tail of Cygnus.

threescore, hike sonorous waterfalls

to bathe in eternity’s elixir.

Dio li fa e poi li accoppla…

flock in the quintessential elegance

of the effervescent lullaby,

threescore, remain in a state of felicity.

static. constant. evolving. feathers fly

from the black sun, starlings dance sort sol

on jutland marsh. expansion and attractive. 

give wondorous strange welcome 

living the sybaritic life zero to infinity, peturb the matter, 

an ultraviolet catastrophe on a bed of rose petals.

cherish the serendipity, the ineffable eudaemonia,

sybaritic cynosure, opulent October flowers 

of those held in propinquity.

toast of valor with champagne: sixty symbols,

sybaritic cynosure, bathe in the eloquence

of the luminous and the tranquil sequoias.