Shrieking at visions stuck up in this listless me.
Breaking and quaking and almsgiving earthshaking,
Lonely apparitions plucked up from their homes in me.
Trust when it busts, the spinning Earth's crust, that is,
That spirits won't rust and grinning through the dust forgive.
Planning escapes, oh the messes we've made,
We'll do what we must, thinning through gusts of wind.
Notes left on tables, sort through the fables, dear,
Motes crossed on cables, in short all the stables clear
Out right in seconds, sprout flight I reckon
The boats all decradled, we're all Cains and Abels here.
I'm wincing volumes upon volumes,
And today you noticed the little things.
tis the bees knees boss
ReplyDeletewow. definitely the best. so far.
ReplyDeletei feel so modern now that i can say i have a "favorite blog"....
for some reason this piece made me think of that question,
the one you asked me about music and why it moves us and why we make it
and all those other things you said
and i think that its all because it's food for the soul.
and the same goes for literature, and art, and theatrics.
people gravitate towards these outlets because its like...
the most outward sphere of the human spirit.
and we need these things.
creativity is what brings us closest to whatever it is that
we are. or that we live.
or...whatever....
if you get what i'm getting at.
:] keep it up
for those of us who really love it.