Antithesis of Profundity

Misbegotten Eloquence

Photo by Cristina Gottardi on Unsplash

storm silver
decor
bleeding hot
from candelabras,
suffusing
decadence
into essence
best left
in stark
and dank
remembrances.

shuddering
aftermarket trifles
stuck upon
pedestals
burning in
effulgence,
engulfing morality
too eager
to shed
for what is
deemed
transcendent
glory.

the pinnacle
has
ameliorated
its own
tongue-in-cheek
regalia —
beyond the
limits now
its eloquence
ought to awe
even dignified
visionaries.

alas,
with heads in clouds
visibility is poor
and perception
weakens,
revealing the
antithesis
of profundity,
and setting
in motion
a cycle of
monarchs.

©

Adam Ray Cronk 2023