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Into The Ether

by Chris Sorrenti

how much can one say
before repeating themselves?
and the pilot light shines
the wrong direction
ego stroking - an addictive disease
soul fattened into sloth

I hear them banging
let us in!
me banging back
let me out!
a disdainful jealous crowd
‘the great Chris Sorrenti’
is slipping
free falling...fast
between the cracks of himself
once again
into the ether

creative hibernation set off
mind’s eye heavy
‘til stasis is achieved
always the ‘?’
as to how long
while thanking Heaven
for the fail-safe

how much can one give
before imploding
inspiration bled white
screaming for transfusion
while thanking Hell
for the saturation point

I feel them clawing
let us out!
me clawing back
let me in!
an appreciative admiring crowd
though the pilot light may be on
nobody’s home
cause I’m rising...slowly
gathering new meaning
among the clouds of circumstance
free as I’ll ever be
once more
into the ether

© 2000

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Posted on 02/10/2013
Copyright © 2020 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 02/11/13 at 04:25 AM

***STELLAR*** poem :)

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 02/12/13 at 04:29 AM

You've explored a part of my own mind...again. However, beautifully.

Posted by Sam Roberts on 02/21/13 at 04:37 PM

it flows beautifully, what a great piece :)

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