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Stifled Gravity of the Sun

 

Bulbs flicker and drown us in flashes.

He is I, and I him, this voice

Bellows in my ear.There is nothing more

To explain.These subway cars

Swerve and pulsate, remind me of

The dense passage of blood through vein.

I try to meet his eyes.He does not respond.

 

The Sun is a Voice which streams in dense vibration..

 

He sees blood and warfare everywhere,

He shields it with a convex mask.

As casements, the pain opens

And floods the inside of

these bodily walls: moth battalions sent

to disassemble my understanding.

They pin me to a state of paralysis.

 

The Sun has attributes of God, But is without empathy.

 

The grating gyrations of his mind

Are stark metal.The blade of fear

Carves into his mind and sweat

Pours forth, openly, it washes away

The breath he fights to infuse.Biochemical halos

Flush the air, flush the lungs, seep into me, as well,

And I donít know if this death is real or

Just an imagined evacuation of the senses.

 

The Sun Illumineshate, it Illumines Love; It has no preference.

 

Together, the subway transports us to a lost reality.

He is I, and I him. And although we are strangers,

We grope hysterically, together, for some warm

And waving motion Ė some invincible artifact to confirm that

This ultraviolet violence - this radioactive pulse

Cannot, in the end, define the ultimacy of life.

 

Tendrils of the sun splay out through his opened veins.

It is nature, it is cycles of indifference, surging through us.

And we are light-waves of endless confusion

Overlapping one another, crashing into each other-

We are matter, seeking the means to grow together

Against the violent current that encloses us.

 

We spiral around the sun, she emits her voice in light,

She breaths in song and calls us home.

She must,

I assure the man

As the subway bulbs

Flicker and drown us in light.

Entanglement in Oblivion

 

 

Symbols are fluid pillars upholding thought.

As the ocean becomes river on land,

The symbols diverges into varying stream

And pillars change with the flow of water into time.

 

As the ocean becomes river on land,

Culture organizes thought into varying stream.

Pillars change with the flow of water into time

and Ideologies are built.They divide.They expire.

 

Culture organizes thought into varying stream.

Employing symbols as stairs, we paddle our way upstream;

away from mortality.

Ideologies are built.They divide.They expire.

Stairways crumble as sands of a pyramid

And pillars evaporate in the transience of time.

 

Employing symbols as stairs, we paddle our way upstream;

away from mortality.

Using symbols as maps, we navigate streams of thought.

Stairways crumble as sands of a pyramid

And pillars evaporate in the transience of time.

This downstream current, in the end, devours motion.

 

Using symbols as maps, we navigate streams of thought.

Yet the map ages; dissolves with the flow of water into time.

The downstream current, in the end, devours motion.

We are entangled in oblivion always, and Yet

 

The water continues to flow

Mirroring the (glorious) symbol of Eternity.