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An Explosion of Things Seen — poem
“I’ve been — filled with — steam for months — for years”
Impale the opaline
To compel inner eyes
And so beauty constellates
Shimmering star
You shine for far
In powerful twine, the gripe
Your wine is heard
Dropping red purity on words
Vocals dense, it circumvents the haze
Rays of photon glaze — flashy stint
You’re one behooved for this world, gradually
A grad? You lie
I don’t lie, for I … humm … hold the proof!
Those who bray will play out the biggest spoof
Clad in hapless nights and ten stallion hooves
Stomping the day’s air into a fog
Froth be cold and be damned the bog
Once a firth was flown in the sea of the sky
Now we’re stocked full of souls, there’s no room left to die
And if a shadow falls on feet
I detach my foot to show
The falcon heads of griffins screech
Like the owls, a sure bellow
Or racing heart shared in aortic tubes
And vascular vaseline makes the blood smooth
But I didn’t know I could —
And not a soul knew I would —
So I left the party
Zenith at the height but never hearty
Cinnamon sprinkles on the tips
Of Death’s clipped serrated nails
Drink the wines, all of you
Gasping perfections —
Jug them with your few
But wait to rest,
For high up on the toe
There is a view
The weirdness, morbidity, and wording were at least partly inspired by a Björk song, “Vertebrae by Vertebrae”. The lyrics start out as she eerily gasps “up on the toe, there is a view” … and it just gets weirder from there. The song itself speaks on breaking free from inhibitions and restraint, releasing the inner animal. My take on the opening line was being in such a heightened, hallucinogenic, perturbed yet nirvanic state that you can suddenly feel everything, know everything, be the universe within itself. That’s part of it, anyway. What did you get from this poem? Maybe I’ll push it to Björk for consideration xD
peace people →☮️
