Today's poem is by Cynie Cory
Moon/Mirror
Tonight you will be egotistical.
You will rip apart an orange into the sects of the moons forms
Torn there, shattered framed by the instant magnet of hardness
Its equivalent to a formulaa formulation for destruction
An elliptical theory in a fit of an angelic disorder in disputable earth tones
Each starry night without blundering, completely voluptuous like
science like hurling words not theory
Inside this mirror-insight, this near-ice like God resisting temptation
facing a hard-shaved river
Is anyone out there listening? Ive rubbed these same two stars
together now for centuries shuddering
Into the ordinary slivered sky a private sigh unravels:
What do you want to know? A lilting negative honoring?
Copyright © 2004 Cynie Cory All rights reserved
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