interstices
intersticessmall spaces between
-- things
an often overlooked
-- vein of gold
matrix of
quartz
cooked down -- solidified --
as earth cooled
in her throes
of birth
coalesced from remnants
of exploded stars
so many billions of
years ago
they don't warrant
mention
spaces betwixt thoughts
so fleeting and small
they are forever gone --
disappeared -- not to return
but in different guise
and venue
unrecognizable vestiges
previously spotted once before
unnoticed by
memories: botched
blotted, and maimed
by living
-- life's fabric torn away
now in shards
and even spaces between them
are small
we come to
cracks in holes of time
we -- voyeurs peeking
as if through keyholes
gazing in on private moments
having nothing to do with
us
-- we gawk just the
same
holes of time close
opening to new ones
gone in splintered seconds
gone and gone again
memories of youth
-- summer days that would not end
later days we wish had
never come to pass
small spaces between
things
comely weddings
and wedding guests
blown away by war's
wickedness
and lies told by those who
rule
buying short
selling long
for profit
is key
not happiness --
and children of those joining's
are now cannon fodder
for the rich
and the space between things
is larger – but hidden behind –
between lies
evanescent space
separating beliefs religious
there is boiling oil between
bubbling, hissing, splattering the cracks
defrauding believer's souls
dogmatically -- twice, thrice
-- darkness falls
light is quenched
night everlasting
descends
while blind lead
blind
incense's fragrance
is fouled
rising to heaven
as stench
creator unvexed
laughs with glee
at chaos'
-- perfection
enthralled with mockery
of creation
players play their parts
but there is no exit from
this stage
-- it is a small space between
deceit and
awareness
the distance of
one choice.
vcp
Poetry by Victor
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Written on 2016-04-23 at 02:55
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