Nashville and Andromeda

Nashville and Andromeda by Michael R. Burch I have come to sit and think in the darkness once again. It is three a.m.; outside, the world sleeps . . . How nakedly now and unadorned the surrounding hills expose themselves to the lithographies of the detached moonlight— breasts daubed by the lanterns of the ornamental barns, firs ruffled like silks casually discarded . . . They lounge now— indolent, languid, spread-eagled— their wantonness a thing to admire, like a lover’s ease idly tracing flesh . . . They do not know haste, lust, virtue, or any of the sanctimonious ecstasies of men, yet they please if only in the solemn meditations of their loveliness by the erect pen . . . Perhaps there upon the surrounding hills, another forsakes sleep for the hour of introspection, gabled in loneliness, swathed in the pale light of Andromeda . . . Seeing. Yes, seeing, but always ultimately unknowing anything of the affairs of men. Published by The Aurorean and The Centrifugal Eye Keywords/Tags: Nashville, Andromeda, universe, cosmos, meditation, introspection, loneliness, alienation, pen, writing, night, dark, darkness, sleep, moonlight, love, lover, affair, affairs, haste, lust, virtue, ecstasy, knowing, unknowing, aware, unaware, oblivious