Starry ChildA Poem by KoesekiA free form that I quite literally wrote in my sleep. Just woke up one morning with it on my desk and the vague memory of having written something earlier that night.Black beads Granules, all unique The pain by them is by the inflicted Only amplified by their own attributes Amongst the unstable, the tolerate, and the blind Is found finally a little life A broken grub that may now be mine Oh little child, what is this I see Quivering in your scar-less palm Look around to what may be To the brighter treasures others have found How may the young one speak Of the nature of the bright spectacles Of the playful hunt of the other youth Of the treasures they hardly cherish That these are but granules too The salt, bright and clear Cleans its way through Off the chin Cleans its way into the hand The little grub drinks it in The child cries, “I cannot play with you” and sets him in the earth again Dry eyes look around For the food of the elder’s words The golems dance to the most ancient modern tune Singing “We love you, we hate you too” Was a brief painting, quickly cracked This heart did try to move for a time Yet the tears return again too soon Where, oh In the acid, and the weakness of the air Oh how you dance, there must be life in thee We are but dusty stone Our life is just the In our burning dust, you must share So that you may too be only what you sing So shadows may desolate So they may destroy the security of warmth The only proof of the day Is in the silvery curve carved in the sky Oh little child, what is this you see Shimmering by the moon There is a starry child calling toward you How may the young one speak Of the beauty in her song Of how it makes him long Of the way it is wrong She does not call for him Little grub, your brother shines May that I know him too He is brought much glory by the one That he is calling to And so the ocean flows and ebbs For the child’s burning Fills a balloon worn and ripped He lays there, in the crumbling dirt Waiting for the starry child She dances with them to the golems’ song Her life is real, for her love is wrought For the glowing being she has made In her arms as they embrace And the child looks on © 2010 Koeseki
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