The Architect

by | Dec 8, 2015 | Poetry

The Architect

 

Oh the impermanence of the cosmic spine

that collapses and leaves me wanting.

I cast shadows in my bloodline.

 

Calliope calls and I cannot divine

her answers from my haunting—

Oh the impermanence of the cosmic spine.

 

Here hallowed, here holed in the pine.

Were I dead, yet hear the chorus chanting.

I cast shadows in my bloodline.

 

I lay the heart rot, I play my life supine.

My dreams are rudderless and daunting.

Oh the impermanence of the cosmic spine.

 

I cannot retaliate against the immeasurable incline

of the unsung selves ever-taunting.

I cast shadows in my bloodline.

 

I am violated into storied line—

where I know the complexity of distance mounting.

Oh the impermanence of the cosmic spine.

I cast shadows in my bloodline.

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