Unravelling Escher's Eyes

There was a thing that fell away

that unfurled itself from my soul

that flew from bones

in gravitas of universal pull 

of satellites and space debris

that spiralled outwards in cosmic waves

of under inner / undulations

undulations

disintegration stardust blues

tasting myth and angeldust in a 

black hole frown

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The bat winged metaphor of night

dragged shadows loose in guano coats

of s**t and style

leaves of skin shed - like 

scattered crows breaking the dawn

and a fire within

burning within wrecked Autumnal eyes

                                                  sputters and dies

-

the amorphous thing

floated free in the sea of antiquity

a moon god made from

knotted tree     bone     and moss

mist and filigree, sparkling, glinting

in fairy song and remorse

a chunk of something

floating

with eyes shining dying galaxies

silver thread      taut     stretching

to Andromeda dreams

-

gone like smoke

tunnel flesh

blown through cupped hands

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Your poem feels gleeful in the pursuit of ghoulishness. The middle verse is an especially fine dig-in of disgusting concepts, artfully decorated with panache. The final verse is a stunning spilling forth of lively imagery that makes it feel like being on a roller coaster of possibilities (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie