Languishing in missing stanza design
unfolds the lost garden of Kahuna
wildflowers poutty lips benign
a lovely green melodic lacuna.
In the arbor filled with fragrant beaks
effusing tributary night colognes
mixing with hungry flames of burning teak
as lust-trampled willows wither and moan.
The magic mountain's awakened red screams
unfurl crimson dawn across ebony sky
fiery Niagaras bury lost dreams
of Eden occults soon blighted to die.
On flowers entombed in verdant hollows
Pythian temples of tomorrow grow.
- By Aurin Squire
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