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.