Monday, December 24, 2012

YIELD

Hark!

A flower of sadness blooms
Increments of silence increase
Darkness falls harder

Yes!

The clouds are in revolt
Moving swiftly against the sky
Like a page fluttering
                                   eternally
                        
You!

Grab ahold of my phantom flesh
Clasp elusiveness tightly
Send an arrow through the heart of the world

Go!

Into psychic labyrinths of epistemology
On searches for lost colors
With a being greater than yourself that is yourself

Finally!

The living haunt me
More than the dead



[a poem from the last century]