Sunday, January 15, 2012

Soul Controller

Mimic me
in sounds I can’t speak,
fractures in faces, rotting physiques,
physics, photons, notions: they leak,
beyond the peaking reach of my seize,
I understand that understanding-
Is like a wave in the majestic sea -
breaching fluid by the moons magnet..
over the nights doled breeze,
Then what carries my use of this soul-
bundled up like a scroll,
etched on an obelisk pole,
the cold cartouche banners like stars,
In the fists of Zeus. Footsteps on mars.
Intertia,gravity,tragedy,drama and farce,
a telegraphed play but who’s in charge..