Tuesday, September 23, 2008

filter

pianissimo... pianissimo...

there is a leak that drips
ecstatically against my eardrum

there is a light that pours
out on the other side of the earth
as darkness tips over onto me

there is a thought that has
wound it's way around atoms
and galaxies, from the big bang
to the end of entropy

there is a pleasant refrain
and there is a coldness
at absolute zero
which I cannot fathom.

4 comments:

Quitmoanez said...

I like this one. Please tell the poem that I think s/he is well done and a good representation of the world as I see it.

Anonymous said...

Uh... the poem can hear you dummy.

Sky's writing is amazing, constant, and richly ornamented with cool words and great metre.

When is the next band practise so we can try 3 part harmonies and delay pedal geese?

Anonymous said...

now now boys, it's patently obvious that both of you are dumb.

Anonymous said...

that wasn't me that said that, it was an impostor poem!