“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 dynamic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dynamic. Show all posts
Thursday, September 29, 2016
Luciferins
Burst babies
thought Up
by condensed concentration
Stardust dynamo
make more meaning
while you're Out there
Gold has become worthless...
What will we inherit
or will we let it rest,
and settle Down
under pressure
pushing and pulling at the same time
is nothing,
stretching and squeezing time,
we do this,
pliably trapped inside a movement
We float-we spin-we suspend
judgement-no-Light-
weight-less
we wait until it works out
a match made in phosphorescent phantasie
we are dynamic
charismatic we create
we panic
knowing
THIS
Artwork by Mihály Zichy [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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