The Sound and the Look of Time
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somadjinn
The Sound and the Look of Time
A glint in the absence of the ministry of time,
looking back at itself and seeing nothing.
Having harshness enmellowed the gold of impermanence,
constellations of smiles roll the equinox downslope.
Stones, the impression of which is snow-veins bronze
with the spent ichor of men laughing at certainties.
The slightest tremor of light builds faceless tombs
resurrecting astonishment in gestures that stay still.
Imprints lord over the flawless,
reminders of the green womb of torpor
reveling in the universe of flies.
Basket of crystal grapes,
null phrases the summer parched.
Sea's tongue, dryad flimsy with nails.
Surf timid with colors and assertions
contradicting palm vessels of words.
Sensitive passes of thorn, empathy's wildfire
and the statements crossed out
by aging backwards into a transparent dawn
that invents impossible colors and spikes.
Smoke trapped inside shimmering integers,
the mouths of galaxies that unravel.
From inoperable lips I listen to the story endlessly,
and it tells me myself.
In the language what isn't the soul, but still—
aspires to the timbre of time.
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somadjinn
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"Rugged Sunset Rift Trail"
"Valkyrie Mountain"
