Connie Stadler		Malediction   Stifled blue With need denied Fermentation soon ignites A metamorphosis Of birthright seized.   Blastula contracts To blackened clump. Infection impales thought. Primal mandate Overtakes.   A succubus is born.   Citadels of power Heed or reap rewards As you splay Your fecal waste on each Man’s                                       “Am’ The bombs soon fall On niggard gloat                Assuring Damned                Decaying                    Avengement                          Certainties. With all your victims Disdaining bloat…   …Leaving Milky eyes                 To flies.		The Omnipresent Aporia   The sun dies each night. But never the same.   Apricot, rose-petal, claret Enmeshment, mutates Into blinding Miasmas. A spectacle of god-bestrewing Immolation. Most noticed by tourists who have made a note to stare through Paper parasol libations And, on cue,                    Gasp!   This crepuscular miracle Announcing spangled onyx Caress           Humbles Most Blindly impervious Post modern pundit                         Diatribes.   Yes, ‘sunsets are parataxis’ Dismembering expectancies.                            Yet We writhe and flail That Beauty is dead.                             So Caught up in our             solipsistic Near-sightedness.