Sigma Tau Delta Poetry Conference
In a time before time itself knew
So beauty had no fear of
A serpent was woven
From threads of the breeze
And yarn of the earth.
Each breath a fiery eruption
Scales glinting with quintessence
It coiled through the stars
And every heart that was
And every birth that would be.
Slithering movements alternating light
The image of wonders; a streaming specter
Weaving itself through
Shadows and fires
So that they were one.
Aiai! Awaken once more that serpent
The fluid and rapids of being
Return to primordial horizons
With the icon of ultimate creation
In its greatest chaos and control.
It was indeed the cosmos'
To receive the greedy birth
For, although such a self would outlive
The world and all the makers
Its glimmer- perfection- was but a moment.
Aiai! I pray thee, recover the
Discover the phantom of the
To fight off nipping vipers of vice, assemble
The purity within and without
And revive the worm to antiquian luster.
Gather the fragments of past
To conquer the writhes of this
Heal this serpentine scar, spewing maggots
For carrion of life's zealous beat;
Salvage the coiling grandeur of creation.
Is the beast forever shattered?
The mirrored scales now useless dust?
The fiery breath extinguished in time?
It was, to break such a thing.
Are those who try not to redeem.
Are those who see not the glint.
Lament for the absence of our