Saturday, April 3, 2010

See her through wavy glass

All she wants
Is her own gallery
Colored lights to shine
Air vibrating and pulsing

Music of enchantment or
That would make you submit
Forehead to the ground
wine glass overturned

All she is
stands to be a poem
written on the walls of days

She will cause you to admit
silence when your voice would betray
She will force you to permit
rule breaking and unsteady alliances

She wears on her sleeve
sanskrit prose the graffiti of some boy’s passion
while folded under her cloak
wings spell compassion

somewhere Demeter will meet up with her and renew the world

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