You and I
Have carved a deep, high sky
And coloured our rich sleep inside
The golden caverns of the dusk.
Your soft warmth
Becomes again the red sun
Flickering all the craze of my daze
Into a sudden ember-glowing joy.
Our private power, formed by us alone
Was bestowed by life, for life
At once attained, it may remain
A uniquely flavoured flower from the dark soil
Blooming at the cliff's bleak edge...
Before the bitter breath of death;
That black, black coldness of the sea;
The moving desert dunes of everything else
Flowing across the earth.
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Gathered on This Beach: Poems & Perspectives for a Converging World
Poetrya student's writings, inspired by nature and science, and accumulated throughout the early days of the Internet, these writings explore expectations for the expressive 'convergence' to come. (revised edition 2014, with some alterations) ALT. BLURB: ...
