Don't you feel the empty,
gnawing, gnashing
like the waves.
All my lonely
all my hope
Everythig you can't see
Everything I believe in
You cannot see it
all my lonely
Could you feel it
Icaris' awe at the heat of the sun
and the quenching coldness of the sea.
The shock isn't so bad,
in retrospect,
I have never really been lonely.
I have never truely been alone.
Why should this matter,
alone or surrounded
how can I care
if this doesn't matter
Who does care?
What makes them different
What is lonely?
What is cold,
hollow,
pulsing?
A feather flutters faster
F
A
L
L
I
N
G
The sinking stone
the sinking son.
Dedalus knew and understood.
You can't prevent the foolishness
But you can try to warn against it.
All my lonely
is like bereft
with no-one left but god.
Wandering worlds, wishing for release
The sun and the sea
were like fate
Photons and salt
until the end.
The tower is empty,
Broken, scattered
people are left to face the earth,
the salt,
the son.
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ok, a few questions: what is "Icaris'"? what is "Dedalus"? what is "laft"? and is the last one a typo?
ReplyDeleteoverall i like it. i really like the spelling down of falling. the extra space is a little weird though. and the mention of photons is a little awkward to me. i dunno, i just can't get science and poems to go together in my head though. i've tried doing stuff like that in some of my writing, it didn't really work though. and it doesn't feel right here either, but that might just be me.
so whats it about? (said in an annoyingly cute voice)
LOVE IT!!!
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