Posts Tagged: poetry
do your words begin to fail you, old bear? nevermind them, we know your heart’s meaning and we see you seek, still, young wind through long hair, albeit long gone it is your spirit we’re after anyhow; his heart beats thunder his wind blows strong through our young and bending bones nevermind your words if[…]
there is another man inside of me; a ghost nine days of ten, but I may starve him into an appearance He eats this ephah of mine and keeps quiet; to starve is to awaken He rouses —hush— he rouses, let him speak. Does he wish for bread, does he tell a story?
Do our masses spin in relation? But look inside—they are empty Who is this weigher, this marble shooter? We see through his eyes yet we are made of marble—and malice? Misunderstanding, surely; If we divine, we are divine, the doing and the done, spent and ever spinning, singer and song sung. Empty self to sacrifice[…]