A resolute presentation on the edge of a dawn infiltration; <br />foundations firmly planted on a bed of ignorant fertility <br /> <br />Sullen condensation; a viscous fog totters in, <br />Seething and breathing its roiling, heavy, rolling sum, <br />sternly nurturing its torrential attrition: <br />physical, chemical; constantly, incisively <br /> <br />The morning, left uncomfortable, promises a cloudy noon. <br />Shadows within evergreen resplendence sigh with Night. <br />In fluid variegation, flowers bloom while brambles ensnare, <br />a bittersweet cooperation of estranged provocation: <br />collaborating selfishly, persistently inseperable, <br />unforgiving in the umbra of a crepuscular grudge. <br /> <br />Shivering silver sliver slips slowly to the sky, <br />ensorcelling wood and beast. <br />Deep forests' darkness claim the very earth <br />heedlessly flaunting its haunted emptiness. <br />nocturnal hunger: stalking, lusting, <br />challenges thorns and tramples flowers, <br />pursuing secret roots for repast; blind, <br />A haggard satisfaction; an unnecessary tempest <br /> <br />Sickening garden decomposed: a profusion of rot, <br />steaming mournfully out into the sombre midnight<br /><br />Jupiter Salt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-temperament-of-a-perfect-mirror-skewed/
