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reflections from a piece of glass i have chased the gods emergent in the dawn down their spiraling funnel of light, which rises – while i plummeted toward source, beyond me, forbidden, hidden in horizons barred to my small eyes. i pledge to rest in this quotidian, to cry, to moan, to shout out from experience, saluting the high chambers of their flight only as a straggler of light, my tools a gift of firelight, a certain sharing in vision, power, an intimation which flashes in me, mere shard of glass from a shattered mirror (like vows that must be made, and broken) condemned to reveal of which it has no sight. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2014-07-05 10:18:59
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
The presumption of that whole, now shattered- and reflections of the whole composed of the shattered with a new destiny.
I see the reflections, the production of firelight through those reflections- and possibly the remorse of times that may have prevented, or mitigated-
Of “no sight”, I think, the images gleaned in the shard of glass, the understanding of completeness, in the incomplete, bely “no sight”, except maybe extemporaneously in retrospect, but isn’t that the point?
Always make me think. Another MSS that belongs next to my bed, to be studied and enjoyed over time, a more complete, reflection; if you will.