Star beam screamers
stream through me and never touch
not greater than love or death
bringing everything
Braced against new life
like the antonym sign
all aligned into this being
with the stars cold
inside a fire
and between blinks the scent of life
the same as space
in refreshing pools of something
I can't remember
There, as slow as the ages
as a bridge returns to a
building, and the dream ends
..
current wide atlantic flash image
2 comments:
beautiful.
hi nadya, thanks.every now and then a "were part of everything but so what " poem pops out. i think its a whats negative about being a little negative thing especially when it feels like that is about half of reality
:)
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