Hermetical Orchard - Mechanical Poet

A sleepy loft attired in haze

Subsiding in the maze

Within a weedy bog

Nocturnal flies knock on a pane

A scintillating stain

Embossed in lardy fog

Behind an aluminic hatch

Inside a shell

Below a tumbledown thatch

In blinded cell

An alchemist with paly face

Surrenders to grief

Fumbling a spiritless leaf:

«All my efforts were in vain

The dryads laugh at me again

Again and again…

Hermetical orchard, I fathered a grain

And now I’m tortured

The sprouts were slain

The kiss of a day as a pestilent bane

Empoisoned my harvest again»

Inquiring mind, unfailing dash

He was a perfect marvel at the age of three

Confident lad, he was too brash

When tried to rise above the natural decree:

Lode scobs for sound scapes

Leaden blobs for mellow grapes

Grey leaves came to life

The trees got to thrive

The master prevailed

The elements failed

Another day he cracked a slot

And let the sunlight see

A steely flowerpot

With an artificial tree

The nature didn’t take his thing

Unreal plants were fried

Once and again the man made beings

But every time he cried

«Corroded my heart

And empoisoned my brain»