uncertaintyA Poem by Ephialtes Jonesquick! hide your laughter! spirit police scale the walls of faux Zen to fondle golden shards to bleed doubt on pure relics bones and songs scatter the burning prairie of dreams (scars?) nobody dances naked in this light imperfections burn like midnight bonfires laughter dismembers the cinders of hope still, we roar we waltz shin-deep in the metaphysical gumbo mother glances up through the weirs, father’s ash shift on the waves (ghosts?) only memories, yet, no less striking than gospel from a pig’s mucky mouth fiery daffodils roll the sleeping hillside heads explode without obvious cause nothing is as certain as uncertainty imposter knowledge is hanged from a timeline glad the b*****d’s dead wonder if he ever lived
nothing can be proven either way © 2012 Ephialtes Jones |
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1 Review Added on September 10, 2012 Last Updated on September 10, 2012 AuthorEphialtes JonesXanaduAboutWhat it is to be tortured inside. I am momentary and eternal. You could be me if I were not. Who's victories did hell and I exterminate? Whatever sand that formed me is from the bottom of a dry well. .. more..Writing
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