Post by Jonathan Morey Weiss-Namaste47 on Dec 12, 2008 23:50:34 GMT -5
I act in a passion play
whose lines float toward me
from a deus ex machina,
but have been scripted for someone else.
While I watch from the wings of an albatross
in flight, night heaves its chest
in the throes of delirium.
I become separated from
the substance of reality
and yearn for the stage
that supported me;
the words that kept me grounded.
Swimming with a dolphin,
I realize our shared language may be fragments
of Atlantis which inhabited a stage
of its own...
long gone, yet present in the pores
of understudies begging for starring roles.
whose lines float toward me
from a deus ex machina,
but have been scripted for someone else.
While I watch from the wings of an albatross
in flight, night heaves its chest
in the throes of delirium.
I become separated from
the substance of reality
and yearn for the stage
that supported me;
the words that kept me grounded.
Swimming with a dolphin,
I realize our shared language may be fragments
of Atlantis which inhabited a stage
of its own...
long gone, yet present in the pores
of understudies begging for starring roles.
