Thursday, June 4, 2015

Sky-pain

A piano, so ancient and elegant, capturing both tone and pain;
and porcelain keys, feature psyches, a sage affair, sketched
and painted. We watch as Sophia doodles and molds and
graphs a shore of symbols. An orchestra awaits composition—
a fount of motion and grace. Love has never tasted so mad;
and skin has never posed so sad. Gates and windows open and
shatter: science explains something Christian: and chi rises
with intelligence. It’s ever a fever, trickling through a ceiling—
and fracturing both cups and glasses. So give us this art: a life
of halos, crammed into envelopes—relics and artifacts; else,
we perish, tiptoeing symbols, crying and dying through mirrors.     
Our pulse—beating rapids—sailing and climbing, ruptured by
the music. Thus, forgive a year driven with sight; where such
dome and sky lost an earth and rose a treasure.  

PS.

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