Madcap Minister




Syd madcap minister of the great Ellipsis
magic stirrer of black hole soup crumbs
music made them luminous timeless wandering
soul
joke is on them who is on the plane tonight
Syd who is 'that cat' ? it's something you can't explain
too incredible the coolapsing entropy of mercury falling
rising waves of sound see sawing the trees
underneath picasso leaves gnomes were roaming
long hands holding her golden hair
octopus tendrils stretching stars to reach to where
Syd 'floating on an eiderdown' they can't see you
but you can they like a mirth mad moppet bye the whey
I wrote some poems about the other day
when you saw Emily 'put on a gown that touches the ground
float on a river for ever and ever...'
Syd, in the late night moments, feeling the spheres whirl
through the vast spirals beaches of space
late night eyes shining down on upturned faces,
it comes to me that you like William Blake before you
understood that realities are relative to expression
and the general expression you found petty and mean
so you rode the wave of your own thoughts into creative universes
to become this
madcap minister of the great Ellipsis...



Poetry by fyodr
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Written on 2007-07-30 at 13:44

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