![]() TrinitoeA Poem by Little Birdie![]() To stay?![]()
I stood before the shores of confusion.
Sky's waves teasingly playing a note I will never hear the end of, colouring my world along the spectre of simplest, purest perfection with half-open eyes afloat and straining to grasp the infinity that was never promised to me in any occasion or any word whispered. Holding a firm grip on the vowels of my words and echo of my voice as the sky birthing a new day, tears in half and so does my mind. To stay? I only have two legs and two arms who already root me in the uncertainty of present tense. I don’t even flinch as the risen Sun, alike a glorious phoenix, spreads its strips of blinding mellow light. “Memento mori!” my body screams and my limited mind closes to what’s now and my limbs hold my wicked form together; I hold for the words I write or else the fall might be fatal and eternal. And eternity is all what I need so I won’t allow myself to have it and instead I’ll observe the weak old Sun and I’ll listen to the song sky sings out, enjoying that I’ll never hear it end and grasping for immaculate infinity that was never promised to me. © 2012 Little Birdie |
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