You float like angles
above the singeing sin
charring character
of the soul
to ashes;
Fall upon the shore
drift away
sway silence
to tainted cords
of the voice's own ambition
and we are captives.
Within quotations of the present
forgetting we used to be
just what we are now
only a simple name change
and the mind conceives,
anew!
Land ahead! the sailors cry
stomachs swooshing with
regurgitating materials
of Scientifics
[mapping the world in their fashion]
And while we gather
behind your iris
contemplating the way we move
towards the sun
for the fuel of the soul,
we need you.
but don't consider yourself
a stand by photographer
collecting our sprit to your lens;
we are prisoners to the world
watching in days
what you will never know
being able to do nothing
except realizing the beauty
you destroy
and will never be able to conceive
in your heart.

This has to be one of my favorites by you. Great imagery, and yes, I love how you looked into the picture's soul. Sailor imagery = fantastic.


Joyce 




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