THE SUNKEN VESSEL

bY PAUL ANDREW BOURNE

The light shone beneath
the coloured vase, parch leaves
soaked through a red rose slit
palpitating with rhythmical tones
then music seeps in that twilight zone
and the one eye god sparkles to
entertain that eve dress code.

The You roared at the entrance
of the cleft because fragrance tinkled
those heart-throbs moves from the look
of pure split in radian fields. A make
heavenly that vegetation's appeal. The
garden was swan like for the fruits
were seen with morning glow a call
to kneed like doe. The earth was glorified
to accept that forceful host but no sound
would signal a silent curse.

The lizard scoops the sweet base of the dew
as its instrument glides over the surface curves
smearing against scales, deserted soil, sharp
gradients and smooth picturesque without
a scratch. The liquid was unadorned in
dove like robe stirring the mower to an
earthquake's jerk.

The Rose rolls in mimicking modes from a
coyote's moan to a cat's call.
Of all taught milepost this call made
the railroad tranquil. The pricks grew
fierce injecting memories of a call
pure and sweet. For words of curse
burst with a sudden force signaling
nature's winding curves of current flows.
That drained the land of all its substance,
then the monster sinks to a corpse like pose
that signals a sunken vessel



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