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Though the world keeps turning fast as a whip My heart slackens and wobbles; Blood trickles and sifts Tsunami recoils Quickening pulse To snap her fist. Narcissus Retiring not skulking away, at last retreat From the feathery grasses silkily sliding in aquafingers’ grasp.

Friday, August 17, 2007

Apocalyptic Ballad No.12

Grief comes at dawn
before first light.

In a dream---
her eyes----
Dark stones in the square before the cathedral.

In the mighty forest
we hear a dull metal roar endlessly rolling
The devil’s diamond fingers scrape the earth
Hammering a thunderous music.
The tallest oaks are falling
Thunder roars
the valley shakes
Fires leap up into the sky
Silver clouds roll on forever
But the streams have lost their way.

So valiantly gleaming
Over the ramparts we watch.
Night’s early prowl
into the valley.
Her wings torn on jagged rocks
Pale evening flees to twilight.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Well worth the reading

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