Night Of The Rapture
If amnesia were a flower (and it is
It would grow in rainbow color, pleasing every eye
Its perfume would act as aphrodisiac
Its pollen transport poverty to winged life
where weary lives seek freeing
Amnesia would sprout from any tiny seed, even in arid ground
and overnight, bound blooming
mute, in heavy air profuse
spread spores
forgetfulness, blessings
confusion
Night Of The Rapture