"A light catches somewhere, finds human spirit to burn on...it dwells: slowly the light, its veracity unshaken, dies but moves to find a place to break out elsewhere; this light, tendance, neglect is human concern working with what is." - A. R. Ammons
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Thoughtful Akuma
My name might be
Mephistopheles,
my heart small enough
to hold the both of us,
our insights resting
upon small hay bales
with a garish color
telling of a new spring,
my smile a sweet rue
but spilled with
minute surmountable regret,
powerful puppet-master
who pulls my strings
and reveals to me
small doses of faith
as a true constructionist,
my wings man-made
because I may be Godless,
peering out over the blue
flame that disguises
the world among an
ocean of sleepy hue,
dreary-eyed, I'd blink,
and with a little hope,
see the cobweb glitter.
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Definition of COBWEB
1
a : the network spread by a spider :
spiderweb
b : tangles of the silken threads of a
spiderweb usually covered with
accumulated dirt and dust
2
: something that entangles, obscures, or
confuses <a cobweb of law and politics>
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