endless night

endless night

A Poem by Christopher Withers

semiotics and zen

words elude my breaking sight,
dream, and dreams of forms
bear might. 
built and forged upon the light, now -
it fails, consumed by night.

aloof the babe at mother breast,
forged a world, upon its flesh.
lines and form, subdued in sense,
amorphous matter - cracked and rent.

are true the words, which mask seeming?
or void held gaze, and lack of dreaming?
a man, a man, in restless slumber,
context born of lust and hunger.

can we see, a world past sight?
strip away the egos might?
a star, a star, throws out its light,
grasping for 
the endless night.

© 2016 Christopher Withers

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Nice rhythm for a naturally flowing free verse. The tempo seems apropos, yet somehow quick for something endless. An enjoyable read.

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