Solstice

Pariah roots slither and creep into the myriad of animus chasms
shadowing the sunsets of frigid harbinger
erecting their megalopolis of fiery goblins
within the cerebral cosmic chastity of my lament.

Cadavers rise from each cavity of shimmer
where the light mortician embalmed
those mutter mirages of opulent horizons
once mapped
as a stepping stone carcasses
to Nirvana mausoleums.

Searching in feign rapture
for that orb of promise
that will make the tundra a garden.

Realizing it will eventually thaw
somewhere in the labyrinth
where panoplies of luster thrive,
haunting scribe voices speak their moaning
resilience,
coffers of fancy lucre open in a
vow of resurrection,
oneness of epiphany tides so imbibed
swirls beneath the hibernating efficacy
scent of majesty's vision
lingers in the psyche's honeymoon chamber
luminous wedding bliss echoes as a figment jewel.