i would relinquish my pilgrim soul
to curl over thought and thing
like a spacious tongue
and return...
i am Void
severe spectre of occult industry
solemn am i
sombre long before the world
shrouded in myth and song
i am Ocean
deep in splendor
storyteller with salted breath
i do not decry the sober dark
i give birth to agitative visions
i am Awe
inscrutable light
whom the fibrous eye of the poet covets
i am Solitude
disconsolate
modest juggernaut of Saturn
just beyond the ornamental throne of Jupiter
the stillness of fate inside of fire
Saturday, April 9, 2011
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