Breadcrumb #589

ZACH KLEBANER

A silly seeker, I’ve been absorbed.
Constructed polemics have failed,
images of communion run constant. 

Amidst juxtaposed ambience
I envisage visionary conquest,
liturgy is inevitable. 

At last, we meet—
A palpable shift: a symphony sparked, 
I assimilate under impetus. 

In a singing chamber
You whisper prophecies,
a thermal set of axioms. 

I lean in to my province
Of Heavenly springboards
like Macbeth’s parapraxes. 

By now, I am a lieutenant 
in this enchanted isle. 
my progress has been published. 

I can’t impose selectively,
The ascension calls
as ascension’s do. 

I am arrested
By your pedagogy, 
by your mythic masonry. 

And together we will soar again
Like winged nomads
through the sky of hagiography.

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