lit

I call upon the blinking bright golden crepe
the open vocal channel
eye paint and paisley print
the prance of chance

I call upon singular insistence
a peaceful co-existence
the artful conjure of creative commons
a stripey stitched up knit of longings

I call upon the sealed up urn
the waft of pitch
the glittery spell
only an urn can tell

I call upon the health of years
the bright wet paint of sudden tears
spring, soil, flame, lyre
fanning plummage of all desires

outstretched limb
wooly bracken
trembling herb
haughty blossom

to seek to keen for splendor often