My world behind eyelids is shapeless now
the dark wall no thing can breach.
Haemoglobin spheres ascend
interminable sleep.
Let me love your words away
whispered worlds, the bones vibrate
I plunged the vale where ego dies
liberated into this great stillness.
I'm a beating heart cadaver,
who died and found no providence.
God has broken out your boxes.
Don’t pray for me or stroke my skin
and fire the synapses to life
I see no dream nor feel desire
the beating heart is dead.
Comments
purlock | November 28, 2008 - 15:50
I like this poem, but think it might benefit from clearer grammar around line breaks, particularly the first stanza. I like the line about God and boxes a lot.
poetjude | May 10, 2009 - 15:53
Thanks Purlock, I have made my grammar slightly more conventional!
jude