Diatomaceous Prostrati on Wry

Craft me a sterling diadem
with an emerald for the dexterous
and a ruby for the sinister glare
then above them set that
luminous pearl as sagacious as fair
brighter than a harvest moon
caught between curtains of cloud
and baroque pond shimmers eyeward strewn
glistening along the lithe arcs of slumbering sheaves
aggrieved by no urges laid upon a weary crown
noon kneels amongst the secreted angles
dangles a matching pair hovering along a graceful line
chin held gently just beneath jadeite eyes surveying
purveyors of adoration and prostrate adulation
as a bell dispels genuflected distractions
the prayerful murmur murmurates across lips held to a kiss
grounded by earthen pilgrims tracing the coming abyss
falling into the obscenely green river's deep intrusion
no illusion endures such a crucibled wish
and once the lumbering timber passes
the spell is broken to pieces of id
the unpuzzled disperse to make their quid
their pockets unburdened for the garnering
of proletarian loaves of broken bodies
who breathe out freely their Angelus dreams
promised to ransom some unearthly kingdom 
remembering their alms for the leper-hearted
until the night enrobes their burning of the hermit's hut
shut down and silenced for prophesying too truly
in an alternate tongue reserved for the sacred
as the pearlescent mutton fat lips of the dead
loose the punchline we have all heard before
though always observed about the neighboring whore
whose myrrh-laden locks frame more than dust
and baptize themselves a prince among thieves
unaggrieved and unhindered by caveman-hewn walls
or the boulders covering the anticipated stench
of the uninitiated bathing in contagion's riverflow
salutes are exchanged with a volley of borrowed lies
while those yoked spy no splinter
though the avulsed cry from their crusty basin
to hasten the herd's awakening to bloody maws unsated
now anticipated by too many eyes upturned in
a sea of churn and rebellious whispers
watching the black-booted march of stolen treasures
for for this scythe our sandals have been measured
and found wanting of a greater gilding and so
silver bands are rendered to dross
an unfathomable loss recalibrating evolution to
a dissolution of royal sapphires exploding
beneath quivering eyelids plucked with delight
a lone pearl hovers huddled against the night
shrouded in velvet screams, its secrets ground to dust
for an urn downturned upon the Ganges fire
floating between the holy spire and earth's edge,
the last glitter of naked nacre sublimes
in the furnace thrice-stoked to a blinding white
eyes look away from the sear of the undeniable
for a corpus emerges standing, unscathed and unbathed
in the shared stain of the complicit
with jaw of flint and amber eyes glowing
shrouded in flaxen veils and carbonado tales
proceeding to lay forgiving hands on all who approach
and light their candle from the common kindling
to ignite a vow to go no further without remembering
to leave their gaze lingering at the ineffable
and rise each morning to join the swell
to swallow the sand of mountain kings
counting each granule against the feather that awaits
and placing it atop the embrace of shifting dunes
and the crossing moons of venus ascending
so let our annealing be a tested transcendence
to never again leave wolves to their shadows
or covet their lusty appetite for iconoclastic flows
and let our pearl eyes survey those gathered
with grace and honor the humble with sincerest 
embrace leaving neighbors to their passionate
endeavors never more to measure ourselves
against the silvery floor, instead to stand upright
and find our cherished core.