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Fri 26 Nov, 2004 08:03 am
plague of love
a morbid infection
this strange-plague of love
an icy inflection
a poisonous glove
draws cold-fire fingers
across a dark heart
it conspires and lingers
right from the start
(and in the belly of
the sleeping python's lair
doubts they slide brownly on
dead leaves of sepia care)
it's a question of wavelength
spanning the void
a question of mind strength
and how best to avoid
the shape of the problem
hawking low on taut wings
that makes each of us beggars
crouched in our silken tunnels
not kings
and when the golden paw
purrs over the moss
I'm left shivered and thigh-sore
and falling across
the space into half-sleep
on pale moody eyes
the shade of pale sherry
soul-piercing and lit by
a fragile chip of moon
in a sky barred with gold
destiny come soon
these emotional tides I can't hold
level the red earth
the strange islands stroked
by cloud-shadows birthing
the stoking of fears that might choke me
gather religiously
all sons and daughters
converging explicitly
crumple introspective waters
burst from the depths
on a white rose of foam
on a white chain of moonlight
roll and curl towards faith-flown
evaporate...on a fine haze of heat
feel the glaze...of this fantasy dawning
sparkle like...a dust particle floating
you're chancing the burn...that'll strike without warning
and it just might leave you drifting
(on down)
to the resolute rocks
(on down)
and it just might leave you gifting
the ashen-air of aftershock
and it's a question of wavelength
spanning the void
a question of mind-strength
and how best to avoid
the shape of the problem
hawking low on taut wings
that makes each of us beggars
when you know that we'd rather be kings
it's a question of wavelength
spanning the void
a question of mindstrength
and how best to avoid
the shape of the problem.
Lyrical, to say the least! Takes a couple of reads to get, but I think this is an awesome piece! Well done!
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