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The Calliope's Song
We open scene, a moonless dream
Ensconced in night held safe from light
And yet a mind of the keenest kind
Tells tales that tower of daylight hours:
With fleetest foot and fur of soot
The cat runs on, on rooftops long
And splashing paint shows colors quaint
To cover sight’s most natural white—
And flash to sky from far on high
With wings worn where West meets wet air
And formless birds repeat things heard
While blue surrounds with absent ground—
Oh, deja vu, see futures true
With features blurred by Carroll words
And yet the scene will once be seen
And logic spins samara skins—
All on your own, an endless home
Deep doorways stretch in lines yet sketched
By black-ink pen and rod-filled in
All shades of fear that warns they’re near—
And faceless men in groups of ten
All watch the skies with eyeless eyes
And when your neck is craned to check
The sky sees back with eyes full black—
The forest runs with legs of sun
With creatures new, unreal, you knew
But real inside your head they hide
When beeping chime foretells the time—
And colors flash through shades of ash
With pictures drawn approaching dawn
When eyelids blink before you think
And it ends—
Copyright ©
Nicole Lauren
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