The way the light falls across skin
And the trees
Black against the bright darkness
of the night sky
Time as a perception of breath
Limits and infinities one and the same
Then the moment passes
And the magic collapses
And all that is left
Is TV and the bills
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joshua mertz
October 25, 2013
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"If the Doors of Perception
"If the Doors of Perception were cleansed Man would see Everything as it is-- Infinite" says William Blake. "Git 'er done" say a lot of yahoos in North Dakota and elsewhere. Perception and perspective are key.
Michael Mayhew
October 27, 2013
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You're on a roll!
Is it October that makes your muse rattle the chains?
So often poems build from the quotidian to some larger philosophical or cosmological point. I like the way that you start that way but then plop back into reality. Feels like the may my own experiences plays out.
But I am most especially fond of the Architeuthis of Truth in the earlier poem!