The Holography of Words

Cleverly woven verbs caught in nominal clusters
with thin slices of adjectival foil adverbally 
make a hinihaku of verse for the reader to 
wear so they may don the noh mask and enter
the kabuki adventure of prosthetic philosophies
an epic battle mimed across the sky stages 
each performance a weft of golden silk expiring
the reader hides soaking in timeless spirit
the bouquet of puppetry opens temporary portals 
invites visitors to become guests who tarry
with adamant gesture yet bowing to the music
of hospitality already in progress, an adoration
of humble participation, the master places 
the limbs at the proper angles while the guest 
exaggerates with misunderstanding and tumbles
where the motion demands the heart stand akimbo
regardless the audience gasps and awaits a more
anticipated genuflection, the master spaces
the prologue through ancient stanzas paces the
slow ascension with comedic digression greasing 
the reader's yoke before pressing forward
under the skin and between the toes wriggling
with timeless punchlines for the decent descendants
to enjoy purchased and perched upon the pedestal
of our traveling awareness picking through the
strewn field of fallen protagonists for a juicy
moral of a morsel of the amortal venturing once
again upon the wellworn path of children forgetting
that their parents were once children and daring
to swerve the untaken road onto the boulevard
of disregarded history and calling it a new
El Dorado, a mistake of priceless enumerations
glittering with unspoken secrets taken to the grave
by the nameless of no fairytale who childless
leave the theater unmasked forgetting to remain clothed
or well composed so as to present the proper gratitude
the play lays its determinations down beneath the candle
so that scrambling animals may reclaim the forest
and bloom with mushroom leather thread there to resume
the tapestral adverberations in clever clusterings
of dangling diamantes that pivot with the rake of light.