circumference of truth

Gone are the days of yesterdays and tomorrows
soft speaking whispers of dreams and visions
erecting gabled windows to heaven's brilliant sun.
Persisting, ever-constant oddities
and the forceful gentle breeze
keep burdening me into solitude
and brave lamenting pleas.

Scepter of truth lay at hand...
a rod of discipline & promise,
and the pungent incense that flowers bring
into an altar that heaven made.
And stars ignite the sacrifice
of our pompous precious pride
illuminating circumstance
of happless self denied.