Concretism

What the luminous did to the already lit
oversought articles justified by that lux
in the night and chill winds, cut doubly.

What brutalist architecture of the heart
built up. Pockets risen to the surface of the concrete
finally unjustified when brought to light, and accepted.

Un-as in this life; towering monuments of short-sight
failing to recognize what sapiens sapiens delight in

the quietude of that soft and comely light.

ad Astra per Panton

Uproariously, too; as the small skein
of a faggot that's a fasces burns up.

Or the eight spoked wheel turns
and heats, and in it's turning melts.

Or the serpent that is us upon a caduceus
slips down the shaft and swiftly slithers.

Everything that is the flailing symbology
or that hesitantly turns on monogamy

or does undo this; the locks and chains
upon every verdegraaft, invisibly. Ad

astra per panton.