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shattered Adaptation
by Matthew Sharpthese words are like a blindfold
and the eyeholes are filled in with dead skin
peeled again and again until this callous
putrid mass cant pass the light
beyond my sight
i hoped theres an edge near
but im stuck on a sphere
gravity trying to shape my anatomy
slave to the cavity
climb out but its grabbing me
cry out from the agony
i find strength from beyond within
do it again and over adapt this trap
scream so loud i see through clouds
the shroud the mask
the louder i ask
the softer the response
the clearer the mirror
the finer the vision
dissected by the infinite reflection
inspected in sections torn apart
patterns in abstract art
shattered and light
is shining on the diamonds 11/28/2018 Posted on 11/28/2018
Copyright © 2024 Matthew Sharp
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/28/18 at 03:00 PM Matthew, your poem forces me to try to move from more than seven decades of adaptation. I especially related to what gravity does to the body. The turn at the end of the piece causes me to look up beyond these earthly adaptations to something much larger. Thanks. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/28/18 at 03:33 PM I agree with Glenn. Illuminating and evocative piece Matthew. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/08/18 at 03:16 AM All words are a type of blindfold in that we all have a slightly different meaning by the word even though it may be minute in most cases. Each of our experiences in life give us a different perspective an we rarely think of that. |
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