UTOPIAN

O LET THE DAYS SHOUT UPON MY FACE!

ICE IS MY EYES,

DARK IN MY DREAMS.

I HEAR THE TRUMPET OF EVERY DAWN'S DISGRACE!

I LEAVE THE WOODS,

SAUNTERING THE SKIES.

I AM A DWELLER; WHAT TIME DENIES, & EVEN SPACE!

FIRE HAILS ON ME,

PLAYS ON MY LAP.

SUN DETHRONES MY OPAQUE; AND I SET FOR BENEATH.

RINGS OF SMOKE I SEE;

CHEW THROUGH MY TEETH.

DARK IS THEY FEAR; BLAMED I AM BY THEE.

BUT I FEEL BELOVED BY OWLS & SERENITY.

This poem has been based on a metaphysical theme considering an angel of the dead world.
It has been adorned by impractical ideas like chewing of smoke etc.various metaphorical phrases
have been used to describe the dead world such as ice represents remorseless or emotionless etc.