in an unreal numb world,
it happened,
slow unfolding waltz,
beautiful and perfect.

vincent's sunflowers,
unwilting and bright,
lyrical and fragrant,
jesu of Bach.

somewhere a blindworm,
in labrynthine slime,
slithering in melancholy,
in the nether world.

a Faust in quest,
a fiend in cocoon,
immaculate savage,
a venom in bloom.

cataclysm awaits,
as light invades,
expurgating liberating,
sunflowers of the soul.