New Occidental Poetry

Until this Life Completes Me

Silvered vision fortress,
lay loftily above
Then the cawing sea breeze
Latin as the tongue
Gilded vision spiral
set sequestered and in bane
Hair of ape that winnows
till dust becomes the flame
Inner mountain melody
set atop cerebral spire
What will and shall receive as spine
through tunnel unto tower time
Gray the sky o’er crimson goad
Where hell will follow
there I did strode
There was once a place and time
when youth a berry and faith divine
Now rusted weather vane resists
reports of the last wind’s kiss
All will rise and fall again,
until this life completes me.

-J.C Adams

Arthur Powell