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Beyond

life lies on me like a coffin lid

 

the investment of a strange ventriloquism

 

where no one has imagined me

 

or the existence of my

verbalizing impulses of emotion

 

the structured knowledge of

 

chemistry and music

 

I shall go beyond

 

beyond the humming bird

 

beyond the giant stars

 

way, way past the darkness

 

in the valley

 

where the gentle tempest rests

 

and there I shall enter into visions

 

and claim a desolate sun

 

who possesses enormous

 

silhouetted slices of hell

 

i shall go far beyond the speaking rain

 

beyond the whispers that have taken up

 

residence in my mind

 

way, way past the living and the dead

 

where ancient texts have wept

 

i shall stumble far across the horizon

 

beyond the jagged edges of the world

 

far, far beyond all known compass

 

where cartographies of silence

 

roam

 

here i shall be made a suggestive space

 

a womb with a heartbeat

 

here, far beyond all that is

 

in a dark place of peace

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Written by
edgar-whitman-wilde
Irish
Published
Jan 7, 2016
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