Windows and Planes (revised)

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Open Poetry #40

Windows and Planes (revised)

Meggen
Junior Member

since 2007-04-26

Posts 15
St. Paul, Mn

0 posted 2007-04-27 01:49 PM

I am upside down.
A bat on a cave ceiling
Like two bat, seven macaw.
Son of flesh. Son of shadow.

Yet my feet stay here.
Here on you blue green.

Trees stretch themselves
Past the power you have on me.
They go higher.
A picture in a pop up book.
A hologram.

That rainbow spun from the web
Of strings, tied on the buzzing feet,
Is dimmed.
Is dulled.
By the sun roaming through the street.

What greatness are you
That I cannot comprehend?
What gravity?
What polarity?

We hold hands. We circle round the globe.
All 500 of us. All 10 of us.
My eyes dilate. My pupils die.
A plane crosses the sky.
Leaves a trail of
Pixilated white.
Then the black
Comes down
On me.

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