Scene or Seen?
‘movements of the distinct, the insane under the skin, slight unconscious thing
spinning light as phantom, the cosmos beyond static, the cryptic symbols smashing
detrimental atmosphere, burning truth from what we hear, what creative wizardry
this?
a hammer of stumbling numb, beating the friction mounting, a carefully diverse
rhythm
the emptiness beyond serious, quizzical glimpsing this, kinship as particles of
words
disperse, an exquisite corpse in reverse, sanctify the past into safe, the killing
kindness
laying this game to waste, youth left to the wasteland, environment passing out
before closing time, as the earth shakes, apart on this sacred dirt, a shame to push
the inert…’
Posted by :\_khet on October 15th, 2013 in poetry archives. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.