Days Now
Another fine piece from (you) Simon.
DAYS NOW
Days now the whispers come and go
worm words generated from earth,
words of smoke, words of plants.
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Turn sideways, become thin,
slip between one day and another,
at the year’s ending so little noise.
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These stars – they are not now,
they have burned bright and died
a million, million years ago.
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Therefore, I bow down and breath deep
the dead light of our ancestors,
gone and here and gone again.
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Time is the fat of stars;
seeping in the long years,
other glorious mornings long gone,
distant golden mornings,
other silent rooms, other footsteps.
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Nothing goes to waste
but slowly changes from what it was
woven threefold into other days.
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The Magister holds starlight in his crystal spheres
to rot them down to raven’s wings
where seconds copulate birthing strange homunculi.
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They know the answers only the dead know
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Posted on January 8, 2020, in Poem - Not Written By Me Though, Reposted from elsewhere. Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.
Thanks, Ben
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Sincere admiration.
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I tip my hat to the poet!
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Well worth following, I believe.
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yes!
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🙂
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Very Nice 🌸
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I thought so. 🙂
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