atiguhya padma
09-01-2006, 05:25 AM
Displacing volume
Like movement through a womb
Flexible submarines
Black as Nazi uniforms
Rippling through distorted light
Bronze axe heads encasing flesh
A scalpel bisecting liquids
Sunlight draws you foreground
An eclipse moving no more
Than 3 miles within the hour
A yawn engulfing all in its path
The name, like the resonance of bells,
Runs through our bodies with a quiver
But the beauty of it all
Floods our brains with the opiate
Of happiness.
Like movement through a womb
Flexible submarines
Black as Nazi uniforms
Rippling through distorted light
Bronze axe heads encasing flesh
A scalpel bisecting liquids
Sunlight draws you foreground
An eclipse moving no more
Than 3 miles within the hour
A yawn engulfing all in its path
The name, like the resonance of bells,
Runs through our bodies with a quiver
But the beauty of it all
Floods our brains with the opiate
Of happiness.