look under the fern you urban pagan

crossword picture puzzle blues evolve,
rushing from the elasticity of solve
headlong into the pulsing green and silver:

a long aura lost upon the retina,
where recovery does not matter.

(if paradise were due,
it could be used for recall,
but control is not the motive)

dare to stare the wavering sun
and the gods will slap you fickle.

(do not let that stop you)

a chorus of love that boils with truth
might dry this heathen measure.

(their joke is not forgotten)