Puritano

December 29

In Uncategorized on May 14, 2012 at 1:51 pm

The eyes of our children

seen from afar:

they shine with a radium glow.

Skyclad,

their hermetic souls sleep

like long-dead insects

in the amber of our love.

Their incorruptible, fabulist’s gaze!

The night is soon ripped open with

the imagining of an elemental grief

to which all that is premonition in us

says yes.

As hollow as a played-out mine,

we fearfully drag ourselves

up time’s interminable rope.

And those for whom we

draw breath?

Grown weary of praising us, they’ve

migrated to a distant star, where they

are gently preparing to redeem

a weary universe.

For nothing has yet been accomplished.

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