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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…
