07-09-2011, 03:13 AM
the light at the centre of the apple
can be gleaned from the eyes of a Jew
as he watches a door close behind his parents,
remembers leaves, remembers fruits,
swelling in the back garden
while summer licks his fingertips.
memories and endless night
mixing in the same paint pot,
until a colour unseen by
all artists up until this point
begs to adorn the canvas.
such a useless, grim landscape,
surrounded by thousands of lights
in an empty gallery. we are all that ever was,
and any thing will ever be.
six billion minds heading for bed
once the furnaces are cleaned,
the battlefields swept and the slaughterhouse washed,
prepared for use by those awaking.
can be gleaned from the eyes of a Jew
as he watches a door close behind his parents,
remembers leaves, remembers fruits,
swelling in the back garden
while summer licks his fingertips.
memories and endless night
mixing in the same paint pot,
until a colour unseen by
all artists up until this point
begs to adorn the canvas.
such a useless, grim landscape,
surrounded by thousands of lights
in an empty gallery. we are all that ever was,
and any thing will ever be.
six billion minds heading for bed
once the furnaces are cleaned,
the battlefields swept and the slaughterhouse washed,
prepared for use by those awaking.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe