On Exiting a Music Hall

Consider me
vividly,
esoteric race;
spears streaming from Celeste,

ethereal grace,


Stella striking
lividly,
the astrophil face;
thrones of sound electric,

impassioned eyes glazed.


A zephyr song's
sonic wave,
luminously gem---
silent tiers extracting

fear and overwhelm,


addressing me
furrowed browed
with impending pose;
"exodus---genuflect---

swiftly! anguished soul."