My Kallipolis

Congealing mists speak the word,
Forever on no summon unheard,
An Age of Corruption recedes, new glory ascends upward,
A christening of the delayed Kallipolis.

Ebb and flow, retreat and advance, on and off,
Wordless-under black wings of purification-unjust ones dare not scoff,
Their speech lays forever lost-throats tear with a crimson gurgle and
cough,
A chaste beginning for the Kallipolis.

Where whirl waves of mist around the immutable ebony stone gates,
Where whip wisps of perpetual gray over the ever-burgeoning towers,
Where windows woven of crystalline purity sparkle across invincible
palaces,
A chance in time-beautiful Kallipolis!

Behold Guardians stalking silently, gilded spears glinting under
moonlight's cultivation, Bow genially-stolidly support the god's fierce protectors-temporal keys of
salvation,
Beware formless spheres slumbering above-blasphemous planets awaiting
resuscitation,
A collective collage of the Kallipolis.

Come, beyond waking drudges to impervious awe upon Lotus Hill, Come, beyond weak dream elixirs to endless medicine sips curing all ill, Come, beyond wise dream-sages on visionary mounds not far from the entry
gate sill,
A call-come to my Kallipolis.