through shelters ablaze, a quiet sea remains;
shimmering chords come weaving down the waterway bridge
as the polar wind, restless, cast her breeze once-to-be new;
"safe at last!", i vainly hoped,
jaded as I were to the looming
cloaking trail
tiling each of my steps
no sight could ever decipher,
let alone my own
(devices of past earnest)
; where,
sifted in slate coal and neural decay garden dust,
spirals of the non-eternal unravel
further down___
further down
further down...
"oh, how brittle the unshackled wings
and the blinded sun the winter night brings
to the low spirits of a moonstone in decline!"
and it never failed to give, for failure's sake.
but the years have gushed me through and then,
strumming oars and rows along the rifts:
now i no longer give in to what i was then,
lest i turn in haste against peridot skies,
(discourse internalized)
harbouring in its rust some sullen chasm
to gaze across this miasmic infinite;
shifted into unrest as i flare awry,
my fickle candor close to ignition,
and sink back into
your impossible image.
As usual, Kirby manipulates various interwar records to fit a cavalcade of emotional states: blissful (B1, E8), tragic (D2, D5), frantic (E1, E6), and just plain horrifying (F3, G1, H1, K1). gjoe52
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