“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label anima. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anima. Show all posts
Saturday, April 9, 2016
The arche-lights of animus
You are blocking the light-
beams moon your ego in full array,
it fully eclipses the suns blaze
in plane view, blinding you
of any depth perception,
resulting in
vert-
ego.
Lights out, volume up, listen in...
Do you hear the way you sound?
A megaphone is an overkill,
where whispers in-
discernable are cumulative thunder,
a warning-
note to self-
to mute the background
static by detaching
or unplugging the
speaker.
The back feed amplifier
of the anima in us.
Shadows are holding your place
(in) apoge-e
go!
Image of painting by William Merritt Chase [Public domain or CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.
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