the palliative pleasures of eulogy
Posted: September 17th, 2016, 1:59 pm
The moment is a flower
that swords cut through
as scythes screaming in the hail of caesar
tilling fields by hand singing songs
of the past
and change color in the autumn wind
the context to feel the passing of time
the days in the metanoid open verb moving
like herons and goblins gouls and horses
casting lines as
waters of affection and other desires to extend
the extending toward
pillars became the facade
by which you called the night meaning
and as of art recycled metal
and
and dream like words longing
in the stimulating afternoon
museum
to express the image as the cycle of returning
ideas to the sourcing sorcerer of ideas
as
a memory frozen in an ice cube
the play of time to taste the metaphor of play
cloistered in the garden of love
like fences fencing
the golden long tail evening
falling over
the salting sea and a smile
that is lost in the gleaning morning
conspicuous gestures of love like poems read
aloud in the silent shadowy night
the lives you have witnessed as the
friendly ruminance of relating open eyes and sugar bowls
the remnants of ruins with good intentions
the truth as strategy to
explain in a breath the entire nation
of emotion
the context and agenda to phrase the storm and song
in reference to the borrowing of time
and trees as tall as the eye can drink for thirst
and continents swimming in the
lighted opinion of debutantes
and great conversations we all admire
stars and clouds and the moon
stand in the ascending sky as if it were forever
not unlike life itself to die forever
or as some to mean
never to say … what it is that life relates
forever
to live
this is what it seems to be
moments you mean to replace as eulogy
in the planting of a tomato seed
the design mercilessly beleaguered
the mistakes you made along the way
the triumphs of something distant
the drought of culture made by grass
and the merciless appraisals of yields to yield
beyond the comprehension of glory
and bounty
things that are lost in the weeds
and tall gentle bindings of treasures
assembled into stations of escape
and observation
the coil of life’s returning insult and praise
to feel the ambivalent in relenting
remorse curse and blessing
as some dialectic recursive argument
and synthetic textiles to appease the suffering
the objectivism of the material body
devoid of spirit
the machine in the ghost
opium prescribed as oath and palliative pleasures
machina
never to return
never to see again
the word becomes the thing
lighting a fire
the image becomes the god fading
into tone and the distant surreal embalmed
unknowable and existential
optimistic
blissing of experience
the wide and grandiose
the aesthete and agnostic
theos
the conclusion as absolute
remains itself the mystery by which
we confuse as diagnosis the time of your death
the moment you were born
the reawakened triumph of a professed
re-incarnation
and the second coming
the potentional of becoming more
that swords cut through
as scythes screaming in the hail of caesar
tilling fields by hand singing songs
of the past
and change color in the autumn wind
the context to feel the passing of time
the days in the metanoid open verb moving
like herons and goblins gouls and horses
casting lines as
waters of affection and other desires to extend
the extending toward
pillars became the facade
by which you called the night meaning
and as of art recycled metal
and
and dream like words longing
in the stimulating afternoon
museum
to express the image as the cycle of returning
ideas to the sourcing sorcerer of ideas
as
a memory frozen in an ice cube
the play of time to taste the metaphor of play
cloistered in the garden of love
like fences fencing
the golden long tail evening
falling over
the salting sea and a smile
that is lost in the gleaning morning
conspicuous gestures of love like poems read
aloud in the silent shadowy night
the lives you have witnessed as the
friendly ruminance of relating open eyes and sugar bowls
the remnants of ruins with good intentions
the truth as strategy to
explain in a breath the entire nation
of emotion
the context and agenda to phrase the storm and song
in reference to the borrowing of time
and trees as tall as the eye can drink for thirst
and continents swimming in the
lighted opinion of debutantes
and great conversations we all admire
stars and clouds and the moon
stand in the ascending sky as if it were forever
not unlike life itself to die forever
or as some to mean
never to say … what it is that life relates
forever
to live
this is what it seems to be
moments you mean to replace as eulogy
in the planting of a tomato seed
the design mercilessly beleaguered
the mistakes you made along the way
the triumphs of something distant
the drought of culture made by grass
and the merciless appraisals of yields to yield
beyond the comprehension of glory
and bounty
things that are lost in the weeds
and tall gentle bindings of treasures
assembled into stations of escape
and observation
the coil of life’s returning insult and praise
to feel the ambivalent in relenting
remorse curse and blessing
as some dialectic recursive argument
and synthetic textiles to appease the suffering
the objectivism of the material body
devoid of spirit
the machine in the ghost
opium prescribed as oath and palliative pleasures
machina
never to return
never to see again
the word becomes the thing
lighting a fire
the image becomes the god fading
into tone and the distant surreal embalmed
unknowable and existential
optimistic
blissing of experience
the wide and grandiose
the aesthete and agnostic
theos
the conclusion as absolute
remains itself the mystery by which
we confuse as diagnosis the time of your death
the moment you were born
the reawakened triumph of a professed
re-incarnation
and the second coming
the potentional of becoming more