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 Aug 2013
Seán Mac Falls
At end of desert,
My bones by her oasis,
So real was mirage.
 Aug 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Sweetest summer day,
How I feel— she'll never know,
Words get in the way.
 Aug 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Mankind playing God,
Red burning sands, angry skies,
Blue ocean will rise.
 Aug 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Wings, whirl, blue green psalm,
Collapsed wave function flashes—
.  .  .  Into existence.
 Jul 2013
Seán Mac Falls
She left him at night,
Eyes moving away and hearts,
Falling like Perseids.
 Jul 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Helios ****** his seed of light— Phaethon's act,
Pleasures born of pain, in the balled glass eyes,
Frees a moat of grey matter cloud, light crackles,
And one blue silent flash— mirrors zodiac skies.
The Phaethon story has often been understood to commemorate some great flashing event in the skies, whether comet or meteor. Everyone rushes by instinct—more accurately, habit—for a so- called natural explanation. But on examination, the case turns out not to be so easy. The narrating of the cataclysm may be fanciful and impressionistic, as if the poets enjoyed an emotional release from the regularity of celestial orbs . . .

"And the whole Skies were one continued Flame.

The World took Fire, and in new kindled Stars

The bright remembrance of its Fate it bears. . . "

                    — from, The Metamorphoses by Ovid
 Jul 2013
Seán Mac Falls
In a grove of seven oaks
From my run-down cottage
I see, the night clouds saunter
And drift and spinning round,
The break-neck moon, beaming
With joyous abandon, the piercing,
Painted white face of a pagan God.
 Jul 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Rain, softly falls in old deer valley,
All the woodlands swimming underneath
The steaming fog.  What peaceful sound
I hear, softly rings out of the sparkling
Woods and meadows, chimes like a thousand      
Sleepy bells announcing the rising sun,
Who sings loudest, after the rains.
 Jul 2013
Seán Mac Falls
There is better place,
Distant birds fly to and from,
Light behind mountain.
 Jul 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Barren spaces breach—
Hot jeweled sun spotting cool earth,
  .  .  .  Solidarity of flowers.
 Jul 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Wheels of wind, snow drifts,
Robes of highest order sway,
  .  .  .  Tibetan plateau.
 Jul 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Old cherry tree beams—
Wind shudders through dark branches,
  .  .  .  White petals falling.
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