BLOODWORKS

"The diamond in the viscera cries out and weeps for time unleashed the folly wrought with perfidy whose covenant is broken..." In a flash of aramaic characters transformed into mere alphabet, alpha... beta... words and thoughts alight as a wild brushfire in the darker arena of the limbic region of the brain where dreams take wing; the alchemy of emotion, the turbulent desires that follow. Can it merely be a poem in five cantos?