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Awakened Dreamer (Prayer To Inanna)
by Richard Paez"The result, therefore, of our present enquiry is, that we find no vestige of a beginning—no prospect of an end." James Hutton, 1788
I am going in seven directions;
In seven directions I am gone—
Pulled like breath
And exhaled,
I am not one but many;
A multitude lost—
Pick any path and follow
You will find me there.
And when I arrive,
That’s when I’ll know where I’ve been—
Because you will be there,
Waiting
And staring down the paths I have come.
Awakening from your dream
You stretch—
Existence bends to accommodate you.
With not but a sigh
You topple the firmament,
Leaving a vacuum
That swallows the world.
My
Scattered
Molecules
Strain
To
Resist you
(are now the only Gravity).
And the angels
(were they not obliterated
would) fly in circles,
Inward spirals—
Compelled by the force
Of you(r
meta-singularity).
Oh, you—
Slacken your pull
So that I may reassemble;
Rethread my wings
That I may serve you—
Your messenger to the void
Your herald to nothingness
Your witness:
Through me behold yourself,
Through me see:
Your every heartbeat
A catastrophe;
Your every sigh
A genesis.
You awoke from your dream.
You stretched
And shattered the galaxy.
What is left of me,
Atoms, radiation,
Is scattered
Across the black.
And although I have spread to every point of space
My vision still cannot encompass you.
Although my volume is infinite, increasing
My form still cannot embrace you.
Your smallest finger on your smallest hand sways
And a wave is sent through me, scatters me
Everything I am, was and will be surrenders
Redistributed, reformed, resettled,
Into a new, still imperfect, perception of you. 09/13/2004 Posted on 09/14/2004
Copyright © 2024 Richard Paez
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Amanda L Marron on 09/14/04 at 01:51 AM Richard!! What can I say!! You are simply magnificent!! |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 09/14/04 at 03:02 PM *jaw drop.* |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 09/14/04 at 03:04 PM there is so much to herald with this. it's submersion and rebirth at its best. i love the flow, the feel. everything spins like a galeforce, and i love the seperation. i've read it twice now, and i think the lines that really struck me were:
Oh, you—
Slacken your pull
So that I may reassemble;
there is so much more, don't get me wrong, and i am salivating over the last two stanza's. but i realized something while i was reading this: i've never truly read poetry, not until yours. not to say that i don't absolutely worship a lot of other poets, but you have such unique vision. and it's refreshing. you(r use) is amazing.
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| Posted by Tom Goss on 09/15/04 at 01:56 PM Ah, the entropy of Her, will she expand until universal coolness (all matter distant and dead) or will she someday retract: all her molecules returning to the pin-point that was her beginning? |
| Posted by Scott Cadence on 09/15/04 at 10:45 PM Your line breaks are brilliant
"And the angels
(were they not obliterated
would) fly in circles,
Inward spirals—
Compelled by the force
Of you(r
meta-singularity).
I could never pull that off - but you do it so well in all your works. I also agree that the flow in reading it is euphoric, got those expanding brain chills, lol... the only way I can describe it. Your poems are never half-assed, complete in their beauty and direction, I am never disapointed. Great work! :) |
| Posted by Scott Cadence on 09/15/04 at 10:50 PM ... and yes, reading it backward is a trip! :) |
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