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fragmented, no. 2
1.
the architecture of waves, pelicans in adagio
but a tempo slower, the silver-colored fish, streaks
of light, like conversations out of reach, counting
waves, the soft and hard ones
the sun-reflected surface makes me sleepy
as if a hypnotist at work: my thoughts resisting
this sleep that feels like the final dust of
existence
starfish sucking the life out of clams,
the weight of the ocean
2.
the frail branches of an old tree, an old woman
an old dog, a city thats outbuilding itself, straight
up from Hell, straight into the atmosphere, across
the sky, across the universe
at sunset, the challenge the sun has to stay alive,
as if a magician at work: darkness falls, like the dead
flame of life, several seconds pass, then several more,
I collect the darkness
time flies, like a harbinger of bad news, like
an awkward simile that needs explaining
3.
of all of my loves, of those who were actually
lovers, either married or single, you were the one
who drew me in, against our will, both hearts fell,
bodies withered and jerked
at sunrise everything reshaped, our bodies felt
alien to each other: nothing has changed but
the distance between us, always these forbidden
remains
how our voices grew hoarse, outside it was raining,
everything had rusted
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from my unpublished manuscript: Fragmented
first published in Fishbowl Poetry (Germany)
©dah / dahlusion 2019 all rights reserved
the architecture of waves, pelicans in adagio
but a tempo slower, the silver-colored fish, streaks
of light, like conversations out of reach, counting
waves, the soft and hard ones
the sun-reflected surface makes me sleepy
as if a hypnotist at work: my thoughts resisting
this sleep that feels like the final dust of
existence
starfish sucking the life out of clams,
the weight of the ocean
2.
the frail branches of an old tree, an old woman
an old dog, a city thats outbuilding itself, straight
up from Hell, straight into the atmosphere, across
the sky, across the universe
at sunset, the challenge the sun has to stay alive,
as if a magician at work: darkness falls, like the dead
flame of life, several seconds pass, then several more,
I collect the darkness
time flies, like a harbinger of bad news, like
an awkward simile that needs explaining
3.
of all of my loves, of those who were actually
lovers, either married or single, you were the one
who drew me in, against our will, both hearts fell,
bodies withered and jerked
at sunrise everything reshaped, our bodies felt
alien to each other: nothing has changed but
the distance between us, always these forbidden
remains
how our voices grew hoarse, outside it was raining,
everything had rusted
=================================================
from my unpublished manuscript: Fragmented
first published in Fishbowl Poetry (Germany)
©dah / dahlusion 2019 all rights reserved
Published 15th Dec 2019
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