And beyond that sacred orb of cerulean dream,
A sea of green, the zone of the blood-red shadow;
An apostle of the midnight calling gazed down
On a world in sorrow, it flew over the haunted
Towers where men looted billions, it levitated
Through the alleys where addicts live in chains,
It espied the sickly homeless girl weeping in
The rain; it hovered over hospitals where trainees
Learn to violate, it floated over Midtown where
Presstitutes spin their lies, it mourned upon
The sallows bathed in ashen skies; majestic wings
Indomitable, cascading were the hallowed stars,
Forged in realms unchartered, resurrection’s final
Hourglass; enthroned upon the clouds was that
Wraith of the azure firmament, a beating of
The ancient heart, so far from the groaning chasm.
Yet mired in woe and darkness were those who
Dwelled below, the dissolution of undrawn man,
Whose fetters are oft unseen – evanescing was
The oracle that vanished in the haze; all-knowing
The regal eye that spoke in cryptic tongues – prince
Of the boundless stars, lord of the blue dominion