Prologus:
Never seeked, nor covet
all the bleeds or what hets
up my tears, stolen bets
blue the soul, swollen bats.
Carmen:
As a weakened boy's cry
To the stars up my eye
A finesse of the night
poses Orion's scry
and the warmth he gives back
touches gently my neck
answers: "boy, resurrect!
all sworn path veils now black."
And as ever he stumps
undescribable hump
lush the tears, sullen slump
reddish Betegeuze plump.
sudden light - wow - soon came
Proud repressing the lame
Alas! Scorpion tamed
sky's crescendo inflamed
And myself, grudging, torn
between Orion's sword
and the Scorpion's thorne
in my sole heeded horns
now the surging begun
for forever I run
seeked the halt, seeked the sun
secret fleeing, vain, sung.
End: I found what I fled
love yearns long what it led
cussing Scorpion is dead
have we run to come back?
See: his yellow-maroon
mixed with sky-bright, blue hues
makes forever my youth
oh my high is his tune.
Epilogus:
LIFE PENDULUM'S ROUTE
UNDER ORION SCOUT
SEEMS TO EVER SLOW DOWN
HOME OH MY CROWN
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rambling poetry
PoetryIch habe zum ersten Mal versucht, Gedichte zu schreiben, und kam dann bald in einen Fluss, in dem ich einzelne Zeilen schrieb, die ich für sich alleine schön fand, und die im ganzen mehr einen verschwommenen Gefühlszustand beschreiben als ein konkre...
