The eye of reckoning

 The poet's I
here to refute reality cake
here to build the Jungle cosmos
here to bathe the world in crystal metaphor omen

the spirit ice crack through frozen eons
to this very day to melt and rupture
I the poet's I Know little, nothing more than
A sneeze from off world

to infect the noncurious masses
as they graze haphazardly
On the edge of an enormous world schism
that will end epochs of nations

creating the essential seeds
for new jungle cosmos
not cheap anarchy
order within order

to the common eye a messy randomness
To the poet's eye
pristine beginnings
spirit ice and crystal dawns

priests of remembrance
Forced into the truth not by doctrine
But by dirty bloody war
quivering hands and healing wounds their only prestige

to hold the rope like foundations
As an older world goes to decay
spirit ice and crystal dawn to push a new time
for evolution's design to envelope construct adorn