Spent comet
(A Crown Unpopular)
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Spent comet
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Skin-flayed by the chill of possibility
of deathly monochrome insensibility —
of comet's-crawl — my corpse across the sky:
just one bright, wayward speck — what more could I
assert upon the gridwork of the stars?
I am that ember — I, that dimming char,
that burning goblet, melted by the drop
of magma that cannot be self-contained,
I, that brimming grain for scythe to lop,
and ground by mill, incessantly refrained.
Consumptive song of nature — I, one strand,
one shaky warble, one decrepit hand
to scribble out the score for who will come,
attempt to sing my lines, and figure sum
of loathsome literary — sultry soul.
So reckon what man-paradox enwholes,
what cosmic seeming-gap our peg fulfills,
what ocean monolithic swells by lives
half-human — through the strugg'ling an'mal spills
the current of the ego-slaying Word.
Then speak it on when doom is at the door,
when sane becomes elusive and absurd,
the more despair encroaches, so the more
must I believe in passion of the crown
that carries reputation nor renown.
[text and images by @d-pend]created for HIVE on Jan. 4th, 2021.
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Beautiful lines, it felt as if the poet persona was trying to break free from a certain limitation, though I couldn't really picture it but then the images of fbst burning goblet was beautiful, leaves the effect of beautiful destruction in my mind.
Nicely done,
Hello again, after a long time. Ah, it's good to see you are still posting poetry.