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I Am A Memory, An Eater Of The Past
by Tom GossI.
Fitfully shifting through epochs
of laser-quick moments like a drunken jockey
the skull I am contained in
reforms with the glacial elegance
of synchronized swimmers
into the shape of a galactic key.
It is a key that slips covertly into a lock
which expands in all directions
to the crunchy-hard rhythms
of blood and bone,
mineral and mind.
SILENCE FOOLS!
THE KING OF TIME APPROACHES!
Prostrate yourself upon the empty floor
and imbibe his golden tears.
For there is no going backwards;
we fly apart even when standing still.
So crack crack your fists
into the unforgiving tunnels
of space-time.
For we were born as incorporeal ghosts;
lacking true vocal chords,
when we had so much to say.
Yet it matters not,
for his crown is made of
newborn stars.
II.
“I see my reflection in your tears,” he softly whispered.
“I SEE MY REFLECTION IN YOUR TEARS!”
But none could hear him, for he was an eater of the past.
Still, he imagined that she could sense him,
for he thought he felt upon his forehead
the icy sting of a kiss goodbye.
05/30/2014 Author's Note: My first new poem in years (been writing/playing songs). Nice to go pantless & freeform once again. :)
Posted on 05/30/2014
Copyright © 2024 Tom Goss
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| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/02/14 at 03:54 PM Lots of imagination in this one, loved the alliterations, "to the crunchy-hard rhythms
of blood and bone,
mineral and mind." - some of my favorite lines. Also loved the "crack-crack" stanza.
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| Posted by Gail Wolper on 08/08/14 at 11:08 PM For we were born as incorporeal ghosts;
lacking true vocal chords,
when we had so much to say.
Perfect balance of pathos and wisdom reflected in you work. Brilliant!
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