Winds of change billow a heavy veil.
Between seed of all dreams
from sleep's mossed pillow
and daylight's surfactant,
mutable and vast,
coalesces with dancing chaos.
Blake is timeless in the midst of his rapture and
visions held one there,
ensuring their remembrance:
forget-me-nots in the void;
the soul incubate in the matrix
a sigh echoing through eternity.
As the fleshy inimitable is surrounded
by wise mother of pearl
the wild hunt's quarry is revealed
to be folly itself
and this sacred night
holds a sounding of those horns.