Celeritas Poem by Patrick Frazier

In a palace of starlight ghosts
"Tell me boy, who loves you the most? "
Feeling through black lace curtains
They shed their earthly appearances
Hiding from old disgraces
Drawn in by aching skin
And hollow wanting faces

Phosphorescent purple faery wings
Flittering constellations
Red nymphs with sea dragon limbs
Spectral hands stroking in waves
Their sea anemone craves

Hooked on natural degrees of subtlety
Living beauty, snow flakes
They synergize moods to sexual ends
With natural and unnatural bends

Intertwined blue and pink ribbons of smoke
Bruise on the fruit of the mind
Maze composed of white feathers
A climax that haunts the heart
"Rest then boy, you f___ing work of art"

He is reborn in the soil
A jacket trimmed in peacock feathers
Desire unmatched by any one lioness
Crossing seven firelights toward eternity
Passing the spiritual guardians of multiple worlds

Witness to origins
Witness to living forms brought into collective consciousness
The hearts, the grapes on the vine
And all the myths that make men
The snake, the nerves up his spine.