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mirror man
Senior Member

since 2001-01-08

Posts 814

0 posted 2001-03-26 12:02 PM

collapsar

He lives today in ice, breathing frost,
rime on glass and window sills,
weaving negligence, favors won and lost,
and dines on the frozen morning kill.
He sees the cold glare from a lowering sun,
black space, the blank stare of cold stars,
and infinite Orion.

It is the day of godless grace, painted scenes,
celebrated hate, digital streams,
electronic icons, vicious bravery, ordered chaos,
and processed light on figurines.

I sputtered and guttered at both ends, he says,
gnawing at the ugly and the dead
on the horizon of the collapsar.
And you sing as birds and doves,
of the beauty and love
of the suspended scimitar.

An alien vanished from his land,
he is a slave of the loud rush,
louder music, aeroplane trails,
and glacial hands.
The bitter wind reaching out,
he welcomes you a cold embrace
to truth.
He warms you to the Kelvin absolute.
He brings you good tidings.

It is the animal of stony light,
he will say,
that grunts I live, and live,
and live, and feel pain.
And eats the worms come out in rain.
It is water burning, vibrant death,
the forgotten red flayed thing.
He says, There be blind angels
walking the day.

I am innocent of love, remembering nothing
but sun, brown grass, dead sheep,
and seared leaves.
I was assumed. Healed at birth, showered,
grown from perfection,
a fluorescent, beautiful hour.

This is the curse:
delivered.
It is numbing here, and bitter cold,
biting to the bone.
How I ache for Spring.

And it is a long, long way
back home.

copyright 2001

coyote
Senior Member

since 2001-03-17

Posts 1077

1 posted 2001-03-26 08:30 AM

"It is the day of godless grace, painted scenes,
celebrated hate, digital streams,
electronic icons, vicious bravery, ordered chaos,
and processed light on figurines."

Great lines and great style, man.
I will save this and be reading it many times over.
Thanks!

"The poet is the priest of the invisible."
Wallace Stevens

Swamp¤Faeryie
Member

since 2000-12-04

Posts 393
fairyland....of course;)

2 posted 2001-03-27 11:12 PM

This is my kinda poem,i feel connected to it. Especially the first stanza or so,it's just exquisite,i really can't say how much i love this.wow!!

much madness is divinest sense,and much sense the starkest madness~Emily Dickinson

mirror man
Senior Member

since 2001-01-08

Posts 814

3 posted 2001-03-28 05:56 PM

coyote -- I'm glad you like it. Thank you, and enjoy.

swamp -- Thank you also. You appear to be in search of insanity. Email me, if you want, and I will direct you to more madness.

Swamp¤Faeryie
Member

since 2000-12-04

Posts 393
fairyland....of course;)

4 posted 2001-03-28 11:04 PM

"in search of insanity" lol well i've never really heard it expressed like that,but now that you mention it i suppose i am. i beleive i WILL email you.

Swamp¤Faeryie
Member

since 2000-12-04

Posts 393
fairyland....of course;)

5 posted 2001-04-02 12:00 PM

i emailed you it didn't work...

Kethry
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-07-29

Posts 9082
Victoria Australia

6 posted 2001-04-03 09:13 AM

mirror man,
your works always amaze me with their doppleganger effect and this is no exception. I would say it's very reflective but I don't want to be punny.

Kethry

Those of us who refuse to risk and grow get swallowed up by life. Patty Hansen.

dragonpoe
Senior Member

since 2000-11-12

Posts 608
Palm Bay, Florida

7 posted 2001-04-03 03:41 PM

Superb writing, strong with great imagery. Loved every word.

With the word, I am mighty, with the pen I am free..
dragonpoe

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