I see you

I see you in I umbra of shadows
with scrapings of hurrying crabs in tides
baring all in between in a singular why

the shaman lived in a rundown penthouse
high above the São Paulo bustle
with his free base and binoculars

the last prism is a broken solitude
a paradigm a gasp for contact
where bets no longer is a young body

create me dive me sleep me
there are no concessions left
to run tomorrow's carry on

but there are meetings above ground
in abandoned non light houses
with brooms on the run to Bogota

sleep me in domes of darkness
drive me down a last good night
soon all will be I am not




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-08-01 at 02:32

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Wow. The meaning of this to be honest is probably beyond me. But the language and wordplay is wonderful. The shaman sounds like a God watching over his dominion. And a "dome of darkness" sounds like a horrible place. Very good :)
2015-08-05