Amaranthine
Velvet and somnolent,I collide--
a sea of stars at my feet.
Intricacies,
letters,
prayers
fallen on deaf ears,
scatter at the bottom
of a blue pool.
In vain
the hours have woven
a life into being.
Delicate threads
begin to unravel;
there is no one here
to take them up.
...........
I once decided
on a second-hand, black and white
striped silhouette
hanging behind streaked windows--
sullied, misused life.
I have grown accustomed
to this torrid flame
ready to burn and fade,
turning to smoke and ash.
When I breathe,
notions of reality
settle, then disintegrate readily.
Silence is not the absence
of a word, of sound--
it is the absence of life,
a cessation of elements
with which to exist.
I am consumed
by moments, words,
by an enduring, soul-shattering
solemnity
I have yet to explain.
O mouth,
oval
and poor--
you cannot know
though you can speak of
what this means.
And these eyes
see nothing but a reflection
of life
in all of its circuitry.
Poetry by intothehaze
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Written on 2005-08-05 at 17:16
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