Numina

 

A coldness consumes the gradient minds

Each waiting alone, at the far corners of a sitting room,

Disinclined guests, with airs of fain notions,

While the host  proffers courtesies to the familiar visitors,

Who swear their devotion to the ghost’s affairs.

 

Silken robes of redden cast

Provide visages of disembodied dancers

With black scarves that waive the light’s touch

So that all shadows of deception remain parallax

Views between basis of realty and the surreal perplexities.

 

Floating hour glass spins off its axis,

Time assuming the fluidity of plasma,

As all physical limits are freed from form

For numina persist along the extreme quantum  

And the minute macro in a convergence.