Thursday, April 29, 2010

A fibrous light that weaves itself along



A fibrous light that weaves itself along
by Gideon Burton

A fibrous light that weaves itself along
the eastern mountain ranges thickens hot
as all the molten doubting you had caught
and swallowed from the evening’s sinking songs.
They were too easy, failing in the west
of measured meaning, spitting ashy fire,
provoking piercing silence wet as flesh.
And then the loom of morning, orange mesh
absorbing evergreens, the darkened spires
unshadowed in the valley.  Nothing pressed
by midnight’s ruses but enfolds in rays
of wet release and rich, expanding breath
I’ve often heard the stories naming death
but in this morning those are tales of haze.

Feel free to copy, imitate, remix, or redistribute this poem as long as you give proper acknowledgment of authorship. Photo: flickr - shockmotion

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