Raphael considers Orion,
as he lets out a fertile breath.
The pride of humanity expires,
a consensus reality,
all that is left.
The falsehoods of fools,
and charisma of thieves,
envelop chaste skulls,
cursed and revealed.
Tormented, Raphael fills a chalice,
an offering of intuition,
enfolds.
And fills a cauldron of emerald green,
a blueprint to heal old souls.
A fecund gift of enlightment,
he awakens from the unknown.
The veil of false consiousness lifts,
as the falsehoods of fools is shown.
The falsehoods of fools,
and charisma of thieves,
released from chaste skulls,
sated and healed.
Raphael sits and looks up,
he considers Orion in muse.
He lets out a fertile breath,
as the consensus reality
diffused.
Melanie (May 2008)
