Sunday, February 14, 2010

Poem L

I lie outside.

A breeze ruffles the hangings of my infinite chamber.

Venus rises in the sky.

Venus sets in my flesh.

I live in a world where independent minds

Must cling to things

Or pull things to death

To ward off madness

Or the vanity of virtue.

Yet solitude and closeness to infinite things

Remind me that the soul is an infinite chamber

Where beauty exists unseen like

The stars of between space

Or flowers that bloom in the dark.

I grow tired

And wonder can darkness shine bright

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