Blessed is he who keeps pulling threads —
A lamenter catching reflections from within
You, a seasoned sifu of requiems —
The dirge master playing the largest violin

Abhorring de-opacifications
Commenced before the succession of realities
Ants saturating all configurations
Unflaggingly hiking on corpuscles

Over-easy eggs hanging from crutches
Overlooking inverted Monet skies
Would I like them boiled by the amplified noise floor
Should I consume the resurrection of Christ

The howling clouds gliding in our eyes —
We know peace when they are restless
Mists sailing on staff, allegro...