the ocean always dreamed blue dreams
The girl who sang death and sangfroid
by , 07-03-2009 at 01:27 PM (1809 Views)
I really think she is one of those
Unnerving children depicted in the
Occasional movie who stare and understand,
Who make us squirm with the power of their
magnificent and terrible understanding
Then with unswerving devotion plunge
Their hands into ones’ midriff; I can
Hear the squelching, like galoshes in mud,
And feel her feather fingers grasping, as
She searches for whatever is there,
Whether worms, long, white, tapered,
Feeding on their host, or something else,
By equal measures dross or lustrous
And by bringing it to light, attempts,
With nimble fingers, delicate as tentacles,
And with a purity of effort at odds with
Her inelegant theft, to shape it into
something resembling a jar or a tree
I only know that for myself I stood
Once before a collar of gold, made
For a boy king and ornamented with
A jewel not fashioned by the earth
But with a thunderbolt from the gods’
It lay there, still lit from within,
and in that moment I felt that glow
transfer itself from it's inanimate
quietude to my quiescent brain
and animated with it's heady light
wandered, in descant, among the crowd
Qimissung
June 2009
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