it is a mere question of inquiry

it is a mere question of inquiry
unfolding transparent tentacles
in these shallow water's murky why

dawn is like the following evening
but from the other side taken
to a collected continuity of tomorrows

there are no myths secretly exhaled
at cock crow's vernal wandering
staved and all by the bell

see shores mastered by long winds
awaited fetuses and an insane longing
rolling with the timed tide

so I am he and he is you
the last man standing
soldiered and spent like a train

so I sing so I roll like water
with the untimely end
in a last inquest

all there is to let go
is a modern post-mortem theater
and healthy children that remembers



Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-08-14 at 22:52

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
A very nice stream of consciousness that takes the reader so far for just a mere question. I like the phrase "to a collected continuity of tomorrows". It gives the impression that this order is controlled.
2015-08-19



"The tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow that creep into this petty pace of recorded time ..." in our lives, but so full of imagery and words to feed our minds and our imaginations. Beautiful!
Ashe
2015-08-15


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
i enjoyed the journey along the stream of your consciousness. it's refreshing to let someone else steer for a while.
2015-08-15