תִּקּוּן בֵּ֣ית יֵה֔וּא

Smuggled Portrait of The Hikers

For Sarah, Shane and Josh:

"Paddle your own canoe."
— Tita Lynn

I found the Bamboo beacons
Sinister in their cruel baroness
Bound by last night's winter lizard

Pines flaunt the color of my envy
Like Salome

You can barely see us
Drape the monolithic beast
With our fleeing footsteps
Slit by unforgiving gasps of wind

We were banished 
From E-den 
To Parisian Goshen
For entertaining Nephilim
Along the invisible bonfire
Wall between Iran and Kurdistan
For chasing green 
Hornets with unhallowed gifts
Into bloody rice crop circles
For always painting Dragon
Fruit in the broom closet
Swamp blue, leaving loyal wicks
Burning the remnant of violated flesh

You can keep your orchards
Your vineyards
Your cursed wells

We've struck gold in the serpent's hostage kiss

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Note:

The photo depicts author's desktop with a tea set and plato manufactured in Japan and a pair of chopsticks from the local Chinese Takeout place. The photo depicts author's desktop with a tea set and plato manufactured in Japan and a pair of chopsticks from the local Chinese Takeout place. "what an eerily beautiful image. nice to look at while listening to the YouTube video.... somehow I am reminded of phylacteries." — Maya Escobar

Previously unpublished Tone Poem.