On Jan 27, 2021, Ilya Shambat wrote
(in article<
6a3eb8b9-e0dd-444e-83d4-d3fd1d4ae694n@googlegroups.com>):
My handful of dust - and your fleeting glimpse -
stir billion starflakes at night -
swirling insanely
intrepidly
in dissonance and delight -
shadows of perpetuity
gnawing, growling, gnarling malign
glimmering incandescently
in whispers of moonlight and brine
Awake
screams the sun, gold untenable,
Awake
bursts intention, alone,
Here, here
breathes essence, indelible,
and Renders across the bone -
Give me the spite and the daring -
break me away to the wild -
my life and my time, try Dissevering
with tendrils of passion beguiled -
hold heed the time pass irrevelance
my soul in a bottle of clay
that none of your burning ambivalence
can suffer to.. melt away
reaching for glorious nothing -
swirling across the void -
in shingles of consummation
revivified and -
destroyed -
culprit -
redemption -
oblivion -
imprint is torn apart -
and hope shall have no dominion
in an impregnable heart -
My handful of dust - and your fleeting glimpse -
A soul now dismembered complete -
And universe - fervid with entropy -
Charred palpable - and - indistinct...
That’s pretty good.
--
David Dalton
dalton@nfld.com http://www.nfld.com/~dalton (home page)
http://www.nfld.com/~dalton/dtales.html Salmon on the Thorns (mystic page) “And now the angry morning/Gives the early signs of warning/You must face alone the plans you make/Decisions they will try to break" (Sarah McLachlan)
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