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Poems by Farael 1. Consciousness. Sinking stickily into soft tissue, a viscous heartbeat murmurs. We pulse; our minds align and disperse. Somewhere, two photons born of different stars collide and shatter. What matters? Where do we fit? What roles do we play? Seven years ago a cat bore her litter beneath the tree whose apples we picked as children. So crisp, so sweet: here and there we left imprints of innocence. 2. Creation. before the clock learned to spin, there was sound. we gathered it in our mouths like fishes and ruminated forth morsels of blindly feeling fingers. thus, hand over hand, we pulled from each other's ears ropes of consciousness. (everyone was a magician then.) when our curiosity was sated we let light spill. it pooled around our pitch-black footprints and revealed perfectly circular paces, but our eyes had not yet evolved, so no one noticed. instead, we commented on the unusual warmth and gently, evenly, panicked. by the time we realized our folly seasons had sprouted, and days, and lives, and madness. by then it was too late to walk straight; our minds curved infinitely upon themselves and free will had been relinquished. 3. Elegy. Descend, o wing'd ones, and open your eyes. The branches where I taught you flight no longer stretch to the sky and the rivers lie full of the fallen. Yet, surrounded by bones, already the grass rises green, and their spidery shoots yield to seeking lips. Sodden, unsightly, a squirrel braved the rain some days past to find its cache here, where your nest lies broken and your babes give their youth to the spring. |
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