Masochistic Perceptions, Trials and Truths

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Sunday, January 04, 2009

Orchestration of Origin

contemplating birth,
first visions
sweep ever-expanding external atmosphere of
finite womb,
through a new world made infinite by time.
A candle's glow softens through
penetration of abounding darkness,
aware of light's mortality and ultimate descent back to darkness;
as vibration carries its way melodically
through complex orchestrations of silence;
wonder of purity and blessed naiveté
which our development experiences to extinction…

I wish the freshness of memory
was accessible, undistorted, concordant with the moment, to recall,
and in its face recognise the
fortune of perfection which, with
less experienced eyes - delicato,
diminuendo - grazioso,
a greatness might be found.

3 Comments:

  • At 3:51 PM , Blogger Andrew Louis said...

    But of course you don't really wish that, you love it just the way it is - you have your own little private irony here.

     
  • At 10:51 AM , Blogger Minister of the Masochistic Truth said...

    Aint it the truth!

     
  • At 5:31 PM , Blogger K.Lawson Gilbert said...

    A candle's glow softens through
    penetration of abounding darkness,
    aware of light's mortality and ultimate descent back to darkness...

    Those lines are so haunting. The whole piece is mesmerizing and deep. Humans only arrived, a speck, pulsating through the corridors of time - yet we are traveling at light speed towards doom, it sometimes seems.

     

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