So I Found It! 2.
(part 2 informal poetic)
In a poem by Rumi,
In a 24 hr laundry mat,
in a silent cry for innocence,
In a fractured skull reality,
in the bottom of a pit deeper than self,
I found it in the strangest music, such has never been heard before.
It still has yet to be written; breathlessly waiting for a creator to
move in and bring air to the lungs of its form. Every now & again I awaken
to a more easily collapsed reality, knowing even then it is still immortal,
So I found it!
In the tombstones of ancestors,
In cavernous cavities leading the subconcious to the physical brain.
In unanchored dreams that once led to oracular screams,
In barbaric acts of vision,
Transcendental eye like,
A diademic explosion against her thighs,
So I found it!
Sizzling across the palettes of children
ready to look the future in the face,
Chin up, Speaking into the alchemy of form
Everything that we can be.
So I found it!
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Copyright © Merritt Waldon | Year Posted 2010
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