in
a forward motion
over the deep fall
ing floor of the world
where the tapestry
of streetshines races in
gentlechaotic
consonance tranced -
a figure of lights
alone with darkness
closing in around and
infecting the state
of man's expanse and
the photons of sun
fire consuming the
horizon, stretching
across the bend of the
world (visible
only from this height)
irre gular in form
to eat the darkness
alive, dispelling
the blank empty -
we begin our slow
but shaky descent
to the earthborn
starfield below, with
infinite blackness
be neath eachtwinkling
iri descent star
of human creation;
we sink in to the
collective man














Comments
--
Every artist is a cannibal;
Every poet is a thief.
All kill their inspiration
Then sing about the grief.
--
In God we trust. All others we virus scan.
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