overthrow

holy shoulder with the sobering smoulder
you have opened me and motioned me bolder.
colder these days then those prior;
sewn desire and oceans of gold,
choirs of opulent robed fire
tipping all the censers over.
offering blue fangs new waves
and tantamount heavens,
with scant amounts
of moon pangs
and breads
unleaven.
oh ghost,
resplendent.