
"Poetry thus makes immortal all that is best and most beautiful in the world...Poetry redeems from decay the visitations of the divinity in man." A collection of my poetry written in Fall 2012.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Chapters: 11 - Words: 2,014 - Updated: 11-16-12 - Published: 09-14-12 - id: 3058188
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SOMEWHERE EVENTUALLY NOWHERE EVERYWHERE AT SOME TIME
The clock
Ticking on the wall in this classroom
Every sixty seconds releasing a prequel tick to prepare for the resounding tock
Representing the flow of time
Representing age
And structure
And how long we mortals have remaining before we die
And when a member of that which is called humanity fades into the void
We box up what is left and lower them into a rectangular hole six feet down to save for later
Which explains why dog is man's best friend
Humans are just ceremoniously anal when it comes to burying their bones
And bones are the only things supporting such fragile algae
And without them we are nothing but beached jellyfish
But still self-considered greater than everything else
Able only to think with brains as mushy as our now boneless bodies
And breathe air
In and out
In and out
In and out
Unconscious action of supreme importance
But yet ignored and taken for granted
A calming trick to sate anger or diminish stress
And the reason sleep is possible
So dreams can exist
And entertain our color television image saturated minds during the night
Because infomercials are so dreadfully dreary
And we demand entertainment
Even during near-death rest
Enraptured until late-night horror movie discretions come on
And as much as you want to change the channel
The exhaustion of the hour blurs judgment
And you can't look away or turn off the pictures of your dream turned nightmare
And after eternity has passed
In the tick of the clock on the wall
You awake and realize you have to pee.
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