Midnight thrall:
middle of the road, fingers
tucked in long full-sleeves
but for floodlights
emerging off mists:
An event. A memory. A bell.
No end in sight.
Silent night. Mad owls prowl.
Confused crows some still awake.
Milk clogs the kitchen drain.
Hour of the shadows.
Nothing ever lasts,
nothing ever lasts.
Distant clock. Pitter-patter tap.
Stupid evolution.
The gene pool flows on
to utter unknown ends.
Meanwhile we dream up
heaven-like unions and revolutions
and coronations.
Stupid night. Confused crickets.
Spider and insects. Enter
the lizard. Half a telephone ringing.
Man at the summit.
See-saw, swing. Dying distance.
Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 12:36 PM UTC
Midnight thrall:
middle of the road, fingers
tucked in long full-sleeves
but for floodlights
emerging off mists:
An event. A memory. A bell.
No end in sight.
Silent night. Mad owls prowl.
Confused crows some still awake.
Milk clogs the kitchen drain.
Hour of the shadows.
Nothing ever lasts,
nothing ever lasts.
Distant clock. Pitter-patter tap.
Stupid evolution.
The gene pool flows on
to utter unknown ends.
Meanwhile we dream up
heaven-like unions and revolutions
and coronations.
Stupid night. Confused crickets.
Spider and insects. Enter
the lizard. Half a telephone ringing.
Man at the summit.
See-saw, swing. Dying distance.
A thought-stream. I'll let you explore the layers, textual connections and meanings - essentially a quibble on our struggles vs. our genetic code - however the lines lend themselves to more!
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