seriously dreaming in the eye

seriously dreaming in the eye
of the dying day's Prussian departure
I have no reason not to walk
into the coming and the next

diminished to a single star
shot through the dark inside
of a necromancers head
there can be no second coming

seriously breathing before the I
collapsing by midnight's calling
there can be no other
than he that occupies manner

winter walking with I to you
a few more hissing moments
only to find the bed occupied
drains held at gunpoint

solemnity is evening's lost relic
floating in sordid matter
of who we are
organic to the very core

blinking twitching a relief
a sigh in the high after burn
of clinging to the impossible
the continuity of the end

all is by the fluke of I
in the window by the name
of the transient
wound breath solitude




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-01-02 at 20:30

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Bob
so
normally I do not cherish
the thought
of going back
to explain or interpret
what I have chiseled

but here it is evening
any ending could happen
even if you are a shaman
there is no second anything

it is about consciousness
manner getting close to
those special moments
wound breath solitude

it really doesn't matter
in the end
2015-01-13



Not to mention that I needed a dictionary to get through this most complex poem, I must say that I am blown away by images and emotions displayed here. Of particular amazement is this paragraph, which I adore:
"solemnity is evening's lost relic
floating in sordid matter
of who we are
organic to the very core"

Ok, how about giving us a clue? I love the writing, but I still have no idea whether this is about a political situation in your country or truly the dream of a madman--no insult intended. The only ignorant person here is me, who can't put these wonderful words together, even with the help of a dictionary. Help!
2015-01-11