Cushions

There are pillows aplenty—

Pillows of beauty shrouded;

Beauty devalued by mischief;

Beauty sunken in self-repression

In homes bereft of adoration.

There are pillows aplenty

In venues of love’s coronation

Where crowns crave candidature

Or emissaries of seeds of valor,

Or forts of gametes sublime.

There are pillows aplenty—

Cushions of weights remorseless;

Cushions of forbidden relevance;

Cushions of drive derailed

In homes of daunting ill-will.

There are pillows aplenty

Where my vision is material;

Where my sight sees service

Serene, social, trans-infinite,

Incomparable to the heretofore appraised.