Through the wreak and seethe,
both energy and entropy,
Spirit sailed,
through the ether,
the unconscious –
emotion without feeling -
a distant hum before its passing,
and then leaving a ripple of hiss-music,
the drum of spirit in its wake and silver trail.
Thing felt itself divided and dividing.
The urge to split, the urge to form
gave it shape to break and build,
seeming without control, and yet giving it,
so that on the large and on the small,
deep within and deep without,
still holes of anger
still fires of love
and the pull and the push
of circling
thought.
Comments
Doeslittle | June 22, 2008 - 16:18
Brilliant again this one, almost a bit frightening.
Dynamaso | June 23, 2008 - 06:14
I agree - this is a little bit frightening but very good nonetheless.
animan | June 23, 2008 - 12:33
My darlings, I am so sorry to have been the cause of any distress. I can only suggest that you come and join me here on the cosmic sofa and we all join hands for mutual support and comforting - no heavy petting though!! Tally ho!