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On Higher Levels: The Significance Of Shattering
I said good night,
felt your hand brush against my cheek
while you
said you needed to shatter
I understand
the significance of shattering --
light through prisms:
kaleidoscope-style
All the different patterns
many particles
many names
dispersed
around the centre
of the tube
cumulating
exactly
the same
two to the power of
three
four
five
Six
Seven
Eight
One
The Sun kisses my eyes.
I wake up to rainbow-droplets on my eyelashes;
become a walking prayer,
shattering with you --
A star above the Hex River Mountains
In broad daylight
You explode,
Crash into me
and everything turns
Springtime in winter,
green shoots along the pathway,
tickling roots, branches, boughs.
I laugh,
breathe life into the cold . . .
My footsteps become your heartbeat
my arms, your wings.
We walk in flight,
Forever
pulsating
life
into dead things
02/07/2012
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