This is beautiful
I cannot tell you what I see.There is a light
a certain darkness, a breathable chasm
and a structure that does more than
connect the two parallel consciencousness-
There is something there, in the midst
dreamlike, blurred but steady
fastening all of my thoughts
to its points, shooting them
like stars, like bombs like
weapons of mass destruction.
There is something there, even further beyond
the incalculatable sigh, the dashes that stand
for living and dying- something waiting
stretching itself from a grave- like sun
like water, like seeds, planting themselves
in the membrane of days and remnants,
a song of remains and ruins, a laughter of silence.
There is something so beautiful about the way
My twin goddess' tread life like sky, or snow or
cemeteries, imagining God unencumbered;
walking an empty road on the way to perdition-
the way children, right at this very instance
are sleeping, and waking and crying-
and even more beautiful is that,
the very moment I'm writing this,
you might be reading it in another time zone-
while someone is plotting a course of action,
and someone else, reaction- while both
in precise unison
measure portions of their life's expectancy
against portions of their daily extinctions.
Poetry by Amberlee Carter
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Written on 2005-07-11 at 17:32
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