KIRBY DOYLE POEM

Should I see Paradise
in an opulent tower
spread swifting outward signal
and away its blue
beckoning beneath this inch of climb;
and should I speak of it,
twisting as though through
false peaks this glazed angel
all shame and shrieks,
why who's the blameward
and what's the crime? ---
There's far yet to fly
one fell swoop
and disindentify.