For a subliminal time only

it’s here

Neverland’s

lucid New Romanticism

replete with pricks, needles and pines

bespeaking Pagan Renaissance Nouveau

a movement that will start in your vowels

and end in your Oh’s

especially suggested

for those soft in the center

childlike hearts

who idle away precious hours

forget-me-notting the moon as their

true blue valentine

or scissoring bits and pieces

of the sun to include in their sacred text

those who

in their manic glee

and state of psychic undress

frighten the hell out of the armorly clothed

status quo

that’s right

for a liminal time only

the bated fall

and leavened rise

of a soulfired calling

can be yours

because

as a goldenbrowed gent

of rosicrucian disposition

once said

Unless you are transformed

and become as little children

you shall not enter the kingdom

of heaven.

Hurry now, act fast!