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dust. . .

Contributed by elle on Tuesday, 12th July 2011 @ 12:25:05 PM in AEST
Topic: anguished

because. . . I cannot locate your ears
because. . . my words filter, innocuous, through stained-glass
contusion, gone black now, within admonitions
never reaching your pain. . .

because. . . I cannot labour under your lung-stare
because. . . in between breaths, I loose all momentum
the catalyst, of which, is beyond us both, scattered upon extremities
exhaustable, rasping membrane, absurd, now, in interruption. . .

because. . . I cannot true your mouth
because. . . some grievous foul, akin to scandal resides
I stitch & pull, labial. . . mending woe, until screams die down
'til like some rushing, glittering prophet, silence insolates & is gone. . .

because. . . I cannot catch your eye
because. . . try as I might, to suck & salve, lick & tend to the tears
washing you, methodically away. your innocence peels to a hint of char
& tastes of a small, trite green-thing wasting on a burning ocean of fear

because. . . I cannot ease your mind
because. . . the pieces, ill-fitting unto obbsessive pivot, transfix
whimper & vagary alike. helpless, I gather, pocket each precarious one
every heat-laden burdening prayer, sliding through the whole of us

because. . . I cannot heal your heart
because. . . I'd rather bury my own in some insolent doom-shunt
than you perish in jilted parallax. precious & negating your chest heaves
prosaic, rhythmic. . . a prelude to laboring vessel turned empty chamber

because. . . I cannot salvage your spirit
because. . . the metamorphosis of soul-vibrations grind, halt & re-occur
creating a forlorn masterpiece, we waste in timeless wrinkles of dust
you, humbly sifted into what should be grandiose, lie wringing of ruin. . .

Copyright © elle ... [ 2011-07-12 12:25:05]
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Re: dust. . . (User Rating: 1 )
by ming on Friday, 15th July 2011 @ 12:00:37 PM AEST
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Oh my Goddess!!!! I can not believe noone has comment on this awesome poem! This took my breath away...
'the metamorphosis of soul-vibrations grind, halt & re-occur
creating a forlorn masterpiece, we waste in timeless wrinkles of dust
you, humbly sifted into what should be grandiose, lie wringing of ruin. . .'

Love you Elle.

ming

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