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 Oct 2014
Blake Rogers
My thoughts were untameable.
In a single moment, I changed gears.
I started struggling to keep up.
And my thoughts no longer
Flow.
Everything moves too fast anyway.
My mind is thick, my thoughts are
Slow.
Viscosity-defining a liquids resistance to flow.
One tree-trunk of a man
Barreling from rocky peak to stone-cut bed,
Expounding all the while one impetuous, permanent thought:

I RELISH life,?As if it were a fabulous gem
Only now unearthed,
Encrusted in
Promethean mud,
And scintillating under
The proudest beam the sun has ever blown!

All rivers run liquid,
All sky is crystal,
Each tree a pulsating tower of verve!

I, too, am destined crepuscular
-To be born in this early dawn of creation-
-To live again as the sun makes its final plunge-

To walk with élan every moment
While I persist in this perpetually unlevel scale
'Tis the only way of treading
Worthy of this odyssey's audacity.
Partially inspired by Ray Bradbury's chapter on relish in Dandelion Wine.
~Fatus-Roma III~
(élan - note the middle French origin & meaning; also, crepuscular and impetuous)
Hark! A sound echoes:
Black-winged flutes crouch on stone
Oddly elegiac.
~Fatus-Roma II~
(Elegiac)
One day while I sifted through the masses
Of books that fortify the walls of my home
Like paper stones
I found a forgotten thought beneath a destitute
Red cloth binding.

The page had seen a printing press once.
In the days when the corners were not
Crumbling
Before it had been left to drink
The sun
To shade an antediluvian yellow
And was torn from its spine.

The ink has faded away now,
Melted in the whispers of time,
All that's left is a blank page
And one word written by an anonymous hand:
*Palimpsest
~Fatus-Roma poem I~
(Palimpsest)

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