qimissung
07-23-2008, 01:42 PM
A note resounds,
The earth moves.
A mountain, grain by grain,
Succumbs to unearthly power,
Until the whole, unmoored,
Completes its’ dance of death,
And Phoebus, in vain, cannot with searching eye,
See to find his way.
A note resounds,
A child sits, immobile.
The volcanic sun moves
Moment by moment,
Phoebus striding across his realm.
Below, a bead of sweat gathers
Momentum, coursing through the
gray dust as a sled through snow.
An eyelid flicks, a fly settles.
A note resounds.
Unliving beauty,
Fashioned to serve a greater power,
Guards the unknowable.
Cacophony rises.
The sentient being, possessed of
A grain of sand,
Stands on the razors’ edge-
And sings
qimissung
July 22, 2008
The earth moves.
A mountain, grain by grain,
Succumbs to unearthly power,
Until the whole, unmoored,
Completes its’ dance of death,
And Phoebus, in vain, cannot with searching eye,
See to find his way.
A note resounds,
A child sits, immobile.
The volcanic sun moves
Moment by moment,
Phoebus striding across his realm.
Below, a bead of sweat gathers
Momentum, coursing through the
gray dust as a sled through snow.
An eyelid flicks, a fly settles.
A note resounds.
Unliving beauty,
Fashioned to serve a greater power,
Guards the unknowable.
Cacophony rises.
The sentient being, possessed of
A grain of sand,
Stands on the razors’ edge-
And sings
qimissung
July 22, 2008