static

i freefall in freedom
my hourglass eye's seen more
than can be kept terrestrial, but less
than can fill the vacuum
~
wonderment permeates thought
so much apparent suspended animation
i saw surrounding me
and i'm curious at the cost
~
i thought of absolute zero
and hypothermic delusions of motion
observing those poor sweet corpses
worshipping their dead heroes
with borrowed opinions and sincere emotions
~
i felt wrongly elevated
uncomfortable on a usurped dais
undeserving of my temporary place
in the pantheon of the overrated
~
captivated by their own reflections
projected onto my blank screen,
their time capsule bobbed obviously
on the surface of the shallow mirror pool of their inspection
~
wading and fancying themselves swimmers,
i left them safe in their innocent life-ring
floating on the memory of a safe pond
sun-dappled in the shade of a willow on the hillock above,
ignorant of the depths of the tarn
they saw but did not see
lying still in the shadow of an alpine glade
~
i dream in invisible mile-high darkest evergreens
lit by the danse macabre of st.elmo's fires
that are flirting with the stars
and drowning themselves and me
in the stratospheric disco-balled amphitheatre
of encirling snowcapped peaks
set ablaze by a full moon
and aurora borealis' charming low curtsy
answering the curtain call

Reviews

[Mistral Bilgera]

very good in your use of lexicon. very keen observation to what surrounds you, and nice putting your feelings towards them in your poetry. being this observant tells a lot about you as a smart, intelligent poet! this is a masterpiece!