A block of ice falls to the earth---
Like clouded glass
It shatters, breaks
Cracks into a million different shapes.
Electric arches cross the sky
Dust from the hardest stones
Of the secret spheres guarding the gates
Across the wall---
Into eternity.
Like paint
The coldest drops of liquid
Splatter on the garnet grass.
They hit the floorboards like a chord
Of screeching minor notes.
Fog, like smoke, blows across
The curved green fields
Every existent life in feeling
Screams of life---
And golden being.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
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