Boundaries
Dawn diver of the infinite,
plunging
through brave twilights of anesthesia,
your mind a tumbling mosaic, as you lie
motionless beneath a surgeon's cunning,
prey to a generous amnesia,
afloat between worlds, floating free of words,
all need and sense and eloquence reduced
to a flickering storm on the monitors,
through brave twilights of anesthesia,
your mind a tumbling mosaic, as you lie
motionless beneath a surgeon's cunning,
prey to a generous amnesia,
afloat between worlds, floating free of words,
all need and sense and eloquence reduced
to a flickering storm on the monitors,
a dozen cities sprawl
between us now,
but I can see gloved hands strolling
through the pastures of your flesh,
and hear your heart, that old Caruso,
belting out its song - the lyrics say:
but I can see gloved hands strolling
through the pastures of your flesh,
and hear your heart, that old Caruso,
belting out its song - the lyrics say:
"We live a moment among the
new roses,
sighting paradise in a backward glance,"
sighting paradise in a backward glance,"
and tell a tale of
soul-journeys and strife,
of pleasure principles and neuroses,
a tale of joy and mayhem I know by heart.
Waiting for news in the suburbs of hope,
I hymn your liveliness as I love my life.
of pleasure principles and neuroses,
a tale of joy and mayhem I know by heart.
Waiting for news in the suburbs of hope,
I hymn your liveliness as I love my life.
~ Diane Ackerman
~
(I Praise My
Destroyer)
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