what language cannot give me now
Tue May 22, 2007 Filed in: Poetry
what language cannot
give me now
I let go
into the vast blue.
the fizzing swarm,
the endlessly shifting green blades, and
the impatiently courting sparrows
decorate the howl of technology
in the garden
like missing children
wandering a lightless sinking cloud
of corpulent, hopeless god.
and the Blood runs
over every star
to puddles at our feet,
its awkward warmness
we kneel to lap as dogs.
my pride, the curtain
of gravity and tar,
torn.
please, please
torn.
I let go
into the vast blue.
the fizzing swarm,
the endlessly shifting green blades, and
the impatiently courting sparrows
decorate the howl of technology
in the garden
like missing children
wandering a lightless sinking cloud
of corpulent, hopeless god.
and the Blood runs
over every star
to puddles at our feet,
its awkward warmness
we kneel to lap as dogs.
my pride, the curtain
of gravity and tar,
torn.
please, please
torn.
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