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Beyond the Fog
by Curt AlldayWe should all learn to heed their warning
beyond,
beyond the fog,
wasted mines
abandoned by
shaded signs
sun spots evaporate the writhing rivers of time.
If we soon begin and give in to the inherent magic,
turn off the lights,
our eyes glow,
theyre red and gone,
robotic in the emergent mysteries of dawn.
With the swaying of littered light posts
somehow the signal still lingers on
through musty facades
of heightened cavalier calls
beyond,
beyond the fog.
In the ashes of their institutions,
their libelous pupils are dilated
transmitting the final distress call
the wavering hipsters and children cry
clouds burst into flames
he breathes and appears
beyond,
beyond the fog. 11/12/2006 Posted on 11/12/2006
Copyright © 2024 Curt Allday
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 11/13/06 at 07:18 AM I can't help but getting the chills with this one. great read, Curt! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/14/06 at 05:37 PM I'm glad I had a chance to read this. Refreshingly different...thought provoking...haunting, like some of the material on Coast to Coast AM. Quite lyrical also, can easily imagine this put to music! |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/23/14 at 12:48 PM this poem reads like a prophecy and is heightening to the spiritual senses. |
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