# Contents of Epilogue

Author: Terrance Heath Giovynee
Tags: Poem, Poetry, Romantism, Symbolism, existence, life, meditation

First poem from the first volume "Album One, Frame Final".

    Mountains over mountains of seas galore,

    Oceans within lakes of trees and dust,

    In our putrescent flesh they bid a loser's sore

    Conclave evicted in the Sun's rust.

    

    But we...

    ...let the green light wash the seeping soil of filth

    As they commend the floating lantern of amaranth,

    Of our century-old blood-tainted creed of golden hilt

    And lime-like so crimson-crying blade which can't...

    

    ...cannot and won't...

    ...cut deep through the graves of the ever-riddling forefathers,

    Purple fog and blanket of night's shrouded severing fingers

    Which raises about the unwillingly infinite question of others:

    "Where and how did we have their scent that still lingers?"

    

    ...do what they want.

    What do they want?

    We wait to see,

    Or see to wait?

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