Dream-Waves

" A crumpled-perfection sung
  in the lakes of mirroes and realities inundating
  call upon the farside of the swan that cries
  for her feathers plucked are better dried

 Cooked to eat yet not to consume
doth thy mouth hunger for omnipotence?
A dream to a believer and non-believer

why art though fancying the unfated transcendence?

And though thy mortal plains expire

and alchemy only rings as it had wrought before

thy curse lade in the flowered-snake

blooming poison as it pollinates the waves."