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Cosmic Ally
by Glenn CurrierSwans can kill the dying of the night
gliding arched anthems
past the imperfect light
of dreams.
Following their rippled path
I chase the hungry ghosts
of the past, leading them
into electric solitude.
Suddenly there is a coursing
through every fearful cell
awakening me to something grand or mindless
in the haze of my daze.
What ally can I find
or touch
in the grip of this power?
She is near
wandering a labyrinthine way
awaiting my brave
invitation to abide
in this wild cosmic moment. 06/18/2011 Posted on 06/19/2011
Copyright © 2025 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 06/19/11 at 05:54 PM Nice Glenn, sometimes we live in the moment and sometimes we live in the past.. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/30/11 at 01:28 AM A lot of intriguing fantasy used as an analogy in an attempt to understand those "forces" which create "cosmic moments". |
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