Posted by Alii on January 30, 2003, at 12:28:16
In reply to Re: [] SPEAK UNTO MY HEART A LIGHT OF SUNS [] » Alii, posted by kid a on January 26, 2003, at 22:03:01
> > Love will conquer all. Or pretty damn near all. ~A.
> Short poem for Alii, written as you read it, with no edits (even for spelling).
>
> Still Moving.
> Still, moving
> amongst trees, fauna and
> shade the gossamer giants
> roofs of the world
> made tired slowly by winds
> time, & fed by rain, sun
> & by your face, candle lit
> weathered by tears
> Yet stronger than those
> mighty oak, those stones
> that transmute to gold,
> ichor for your veins
> Arise now, arise oh
> mighty Osiris!
> The world falls
> before your feet.
> january 26, 2003.
> love.
January 30, 2003Unable to move.
Uable, yet again, to rise.The tiredness lives throughout my bones.
The tears do not stop.Sudden oak death can bring down a mighty oak
seemingly while people are watching it
for the very signs of illness.By the time they are aware it is too late.
The golden ichor runs icily cold throughout
the mixed up channels within this skin.This foreign body all angles and bones and unhealthy colouring.
There is nothing lovable here.Even the kindest of gardeners will tell you when to just let a diseased
plant go and start fresh with a new one.Osiris, king and judge of the dead, and Isis, goddess of fertility, cannot comfort me now.
I do not walk in their world nor will the medications and therapy make my existence any easier.
I speak back at your heart with the darkness of a thousand black holes.
~A.
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