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Infinite Instance
the sink runs mud, a clarity I won't understate.
the splatering, sputtering on the porcelain, sloshing, guttural pain.
on canvas the paint is truth, on the wall it is deceit.
the bed is a springboard for great ideas.
romances that die, 8 hour shifts of bottled eternity.
I am haunted by this sentiment daily.
on the windy beach, the ears and hair, a flapping flag.
the moon like Juliet's eyes,
over the grand ocean of unknown language.
i will reach over and i will grab the gun.
i will go out with a bang while Eve is away.
and sunrise sets still forever
the splatering, sputtering on the porcelain, sloshing, guttural pain.
on canvas the paint is truth, on the wall it is deceit.
the bed is a springboard for great ideas.
romances that die, 8 hour shifts of bottled eternity.
I am haunted by this sentiment daily.
on the windy beach, the ears and hair, a flapping flag.
the moon like Juliet's eyes,
over the grand ocean of unknown language.
i will reach over and i will grab the gun.
i will go out with a bang while Eve is away.
and sunrise sets still forever
Published 8th Dec 2017
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Anonymous
- Edited 13th Sep 2022 5:45pm
8th Dec 2017 9:01pm
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8th Dec 2017 9:37pm
Thanks for the encouraging comment! I think you have a really good idea as to what the poem is about. It's like idealism and romantic views clashing with realistic and cynical views. It's about how they all come together in the single moment. It's idealized because it's infinite, and realistic because it is just a single frame. Infinity and zero clashing.
Anonymous
- Edited 13th Sep 2022 5:45pm
8th Dec 2017 9:02pm
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11th Dec 2017 10:50pm
I enjoy the depth in this piece. I like my understanding challenged. The passage I pondered most is,
"on canvas the paint is truth, on the wall it is deceit."
The idea, at least as I perceive it, of the paint on canvas revealing the painter's secret thought whereas the paint on the wall is an attempt to cover up secrets, obscure the past.
Bravo!
"on canvas the paint is truth, on the wall it is deceit."
The idea, at least as I perceive it, of the paint on canvas revealing the painter's secret thought whereas the paint on the wall is an attempt to cover up secrets, obscure the past.
Bravo!
11th Dec 2017 11:07pm
That is exactly what it means! I'm glad you took the time to think it through. It's like the same thing can be used in two diametrically opposite ways.
