Grasp: the merchants of Perth                                                                                                          sew the surfeits of Heath                                                                                                                (waxing consorts of wealth),                                                                                                           carem courtesan earth;                                                                                                                     cast on trade winds of seas,                                                                                                        caravanseries.

From the wide courts of Tyre                                                                                                              to the high spires of Rome,                                                                                                                whence the sore river Rhone                                                                                                         lends the Ver, Zaire;                                                                                                                               spring the fair sons of men,                                                                                                             pluming, tare, cachen.

Their grand consul affair                                                                                                                brings a new age to brim,                                                                                                                   sings an altering hymn                                                                                                                          to the aegis’ ear;                                                                                                                                 struck on high in accord                                                                                                                        of its peerless lord.

On the counsel of gold go                                                                                                                        men ringing up deeds,                                                                                                                          in the service of leeds                                                                                                                     seasoned over, in sew;                                                                                                                       over arches at lien                                                                                                                                     in a world, unseen.




About christopherwyoung

poet, journalist, perception instrument
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