Amnesia
calls all
on the tumult of an hour.
calls all
on the tumult of an hour.
UNFALTERING STEPS
Day after day
the gray phantasmal world
akin to death
somehow made good
its claim to be called life.
Undefined
Beyond the grasp
of thought
not even the four walls
were altogether familiar.
The light
floating within the room
turned to blackness.
Not the darkness of the night
where objects are distinguished
dimley,
but the negation of light.
Sluggish testimony of sense
chants of choirs and expectations
peel every moment of awakening.
Unconscious wickedness.
Holiness and genius
Rapture
Ecstasy of the soul
Transcends
Blood among white linen.
Speed of thought
girded intermittently
flashes from sunrise
to sunset
Winding nerve cells
in the brain
compiling
rearranging.
Customary rituals
memoirs
proving the devil's existence
convulsed with unknowable terror.
Across the plains
shorn of their harvest
scorched rusty
devoid of tender winds
striding upright
whirling up dust columns
among coppery-yellow canopies.
Infernal melody of passions
missing lost soul
of human eyes
trespassing.
Outward form remains
with all hell within it.
Intervals of silence
in the empty room.
Mistaken jubilance.
Dancers, storytellers, snake charmers
shriek aloud to the night.
Eyes shut
to the utter blackness of despair
Amnesia
calls all
on the tumult of an hour.
Grass won't grow where human blood has been spilled.
Poetry by TheresaCecilia
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Written on 2006-04-09 at 23:13
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calls all
on the tumult of an hour.
Unfaltering Steps
Amnesiacalls all
on the tumult of an hour.
UNFALTERING STEPS
Day after day
the gray phantasmal world
akin to death
somehow made good
its claim to be called life.
Undefined
Beyond the grasp
of thought
not even the four walls
were altogether familiar.
The light
floating within the room
turned to blackness.
Not the darkness of the night
where objects are distinguished
dimley,
but the negation of light.
Sluggish testimony of sense
chants of choirs and expectations
peel every moment of awakening.
Unconscious wickedness.
Holiness and genius
Rapture
Ecstasy of the soul
Transcends
Blood among white linen.
Speed of thought
girded intermittently
flashes from sunrise
to sunset
Winding nerve cells
in the brain
compiling
rearranging.
Customary rituals
memoirs
proving the devil's existence
convulsed with unknowable terror.
Across the plains
shorn of their harvest
scorched rusty
devoid of tender winds
striding upright
whirling up dust columns
among coppery-yellow canopies.
Infernal melody of passions
missing lost soul
of human eyes
trespassing.
Outward form remains
with all hell within it.
Intervals of silence
in the empty room.
Mistaken jubilance.
Dancers, storytellers, snake charmers
shriek aloud to the night.
Eyes shut
to the utter blackness of despair
Amnesia
calls all
on the tumult of an hour.
Grass won't grow where human blood has been spilled.
Poetry by TheresaCecilia
Read 449 times
Written on 2006-04-09 at 23:13
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