“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Saturday, July 25, 2015
Dinosaur Footprints
I have been gone
I was here
there
and
then
returning around
full circle through the loophole
suspending my rate of travel
to notice
now
anti-matter
wrapping my grey matter
around black matter
warped by white
the speed of light
taut with tension
pulled along a string
holding onto an inkling
a rope, a noose
to the letter T
a man hangs
swinging on his vine
ape-time-pendulum
I glance back
after collecting the
pitch morning dew
stuck on my soul and shoes
I stare intently
fixated
casually noting
the wide open gait
a first impression
that lasts
until
the mark
I made
is swallowed by exposure
atom slurping condensation
rising under pressure
of erasure
immersion
absorption
Then I was never there
I see where my wide left stride
travels through time
traceless
all over the space.
Back to reality,
the boomerang wanders
where I vacillate
and see
saw
between
cat gifs
and hieroglyphics,
making long To do lists.
Image By Augustus Binu/ www.dreamsparrow.net/ facebook (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons.
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