Happy Hallow Days All~
Along the spiral nebulae spider webbing into ponds of utter darkness
Spinning myths of Light and Day unto Night again we come,
Heaven's trees are set with festive blazes of decoration
Einsteins Relativity becalms the inherent mockery of surviving Creation,
Joy sings a brilliant dream, softening the tons of notes fallen due
Sorrow blights the Christmas lights like a billionaires polluted oily rain
Romance's angels hang at obtuse angles to the artistic canon pantheistic frame
Night sighs again and again,
The season shakes as though with a common cold
Something borrowed, something blue
Bound like an emaciated Prometheus behind the neon plexiglass window signs
Are at once too intricate and simple to ever humanly solve,
So let us revolve, shall we?
Dance in your own celebration of whatever space your time has made
It all comes undone after a fashion, after a fashion the once we were
Here where,
Night breathes like silence into wells deep as thought~
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2016-12-24 at 20:10
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Deep As Thought
Night breathes like silence into wells deep as thoughtAlong the spiral nebulae spider webbing into ponds of utter darkness
Spinning myths of Light and Day unto Night again we come,
Heaven's trees are set with festive blazes of decoration
Einsteins Relativity becalms the inherent mockery of surviving Creation,
Joy sings a brilliant dream, softening the tons of notes fallen due
Sorrow blights the Christmas lights like a billionaires polluted oily rain
Romance's angels hang at obtuse angles to the artistic canon pantheistic frame
Night sighs again and again,
The season shakes as though with a common cold
Something borrowed, something blue
Bound like an emaciated Prometheus behind the neon plexiglass window signs
Are at once too intricate and simple to ever humanly solve,
So let us revolve, shall we?
Dance in your own celebration of whatever space your time has made
It all comes undone after a fashion, after a fashion the once we were
Here where,
Night breathes like silence into wells deep as thought~
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 561 times
Written on 2016-12-24 at 20:10
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