Solar Power

Some incandescent  urge for the 

Primordial vice of dripping 

Of inebriated  saliva

Adds bio-fuel to a blackhole--

To fly up and above 

En silk route to a magnanimous naugt.

Sarcastic ode enchants, 

To hail the apparition  

Of a naive Ubermensche.

Abyssmal is the self

With impromptu  jagged little reflection 

On refracted liquior at equilibrium,

Parallel to immortality, unimpeded.

Thus...

Turns me an angel,

Though fallen from the height of

A kaleidoscopic view of an unnamed galaxy

With millions of suns

Aspiring together an endeavour

For one last time 

To replenish my oblivious frozen existence.

I wander round the echoing soliloquy:

With fatal wounds, leper like.
With the lips of them poignant with absolute silence,

To a psychedelic niche in my room,
I take refuge to.

Zero displacement.

Loads of abstamious pallor of innuendos sulk to evaporate.