I am quite in love with the sun today
It shatters the iceberg's surface into diamond
And slicks it with sweat.
The heat gets to the core of me
Bubbles, small like frog spawn, form inside this vessel
Of flesh.
Reminding me that life is coming
That life is in me.
The clouds ripple across the sky
Diaphanous, lucent fabric
Wrap me, cradle me
Remove my blindness by igniting my heart
Fine hairs rise on my arms
The electricity of brilliance,
Of organic, enlightened intelligence
Reminding me that life is coming
That life is all around.
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Saturday, February 15, 2014
A Complaint
A Complaint
Oh, Atlas
We must have a conversation
You hunch there, tensed and groaning.
Why do you hold it up, I wonder,
After all these centuries past?
The weight, you say, is greater
Than last year
I see, I reply
And the year before, you murmur to your toes
I stretch, close to touching the globe and ask, Then why lend your strength to its support?
It is my lot. Your God is putting the pressure on.
Not so, I say,
He has not changed.
Oh, Atlas
We must have a conversation
You hunch there, tensed and groaning.
Why do you hold it up, I wonder,
After all these centuries past?
The weight, you say, is greater
Than last year
I see, I reply
And the year before, you murmur to your toes
I stretch, close to touching the globe and ask, Then why lend your strength to its support?
It is my lot. Your God is putting the pressure on.
Not so, I say,
He has not changed.
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