f.Light.en.(chanter).ing

I
Mellophone gladiator takes his pose
polar staff at the ready, full of wind, words, and vibration
His armored skin glistening in autumn air, spring-water cool
sighting the conscious along a note
and shattering empty wind-swept epiphany
Flowing mane locks curl unfurl
Lightning
Rust falls in the city as once again ashes and rust fall from cogs
to call once again the ethereal ingenue

II
Tonality drops and curving peak spike rent asunder
clashing, falling, running – charging towards symphony extraordinary
Twisting this way and thither|zither fight embrace
Pale air creating/casting upon all with nighttime cloaks
Golden pools rise from amongst the scattered stones of mountains
and this swell is eminent

III
Discordant order manifesting
barrage of blackened mind-spires, flee
and then turn
Programming and destroying programming and programming and destroying programming
until nothing is left but this aperture of incidence
Skilled fingers this minstrel uses to unabashedly haunt and love,
filling you and all with this noise that we call Agape
Flight fancy and facet – pure light light light
vibrating humming moving fingers over threads of wonder
the Enchanter has won the world with this magic