Sacrosanct Entropy Poem by Shiraz Bautista

We are dots
unyoked in the astral pencil sketch
disjointed blots
swinging on the vines
pouncing around for residues
epiphanic morsels sprinkled
like salt on gaping wounds

Lo! Look at how we gulp the wine
while we masquerade the dulia
this elixir's fragrance
frosts then flagellates
the epidermal demurral
as layers of jagged flora
leave pinpoint punctures

For we are just
clay molds dotted
with oceanic ink
we are flawed facsimiles
the fluidic phantoms
flowering like fuchsia stained fire lilies
that hoist the penultimate gift -
emerald-hued sacrosanct entropy