In this poem I am not speaking to you
but to myself: As I write,
sentences form their own voices, their own
moods and opinions such as rebellions,
loves, harmony and disharmony. The universe
is not so perfect. My epiphany: A fathomless
consciousness is composed of collective mind
stretched across the magnetism of space only
to exist as ambitious matter—dense and absurd,
light and heavy; humanity has existed
for thousands of years in cold-slumber; unconscious
and inhumane; thrashing about in between
life and death where in the final moment
everybody longs for catharsis.
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From my second book: 'The Second Coming'
©dah / Stillpoint Books 2012
all rights reserved
"in the final moment
everybody longs for catharsis" —from Polish Poet Zbigniew Herbert
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Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 1:20 PM UTC
In this poem I am not speaking to you
but to myself: As I write,
sentences form their own voices, their own
moods and opinions such as rebellions,
loves, harmony and disharmony. The universe
is not so perfect. My epiphany: A fathomless
consciousness is composed of collective mind
stretched across the magnetism of space only
to exist as ambitious matter—dense and absurd,
light and heavy; humanity has existed
for thousands of years in cold-slumber; unconscious
and inhumane; thrashing about in between
life and death where in the final moment
everybody longs for catharsis.
————————————————————————
From my second book: 'The Second Coming'
©dah / Stillpoint Books 2012
all rights reserved
"in the final moment
everybody longs for catharsis" —from Polish Poet Zbigniew Herbert
Search Amazon: "the second coming/dah"
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