The jarring of a midnight's dew
What permanent vanquished beauty
What tyrannical sea of change
Transmutes and transmogrifies
All that is indigenous to atoms
Rock, iron, wood, salt, root,
Bone and flesh..?
What increments roost in you,
In us..? in this archaic, masquerade
What sagacity, what foresight
Inches us forwards singular
Into an esoteric silhouette
What everlasting beauty
Imbibes through you! so you, too
Can be tantalized and bid within,
The jarring of a midnight's dew
Enchantments, repository.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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