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16 de Febrero, 2008

song of dawn

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i meet the dawn
head-on
breathing half-lit silken vapor
letting her comb through every feather
both my lungs becoming silver
and in the dawn
i run
feet weaving mist
into song
gentle staccato reminder
grass tongues of frosted fire
blades of night shivering alight
stabbing crescendo
as one

and as electric salmon wire
uncurls in the blue arena
i'm but a raindrop patina
upon the world's opening calm
the heat of my hope
is upon me
rises like steam
in my throat
and consumes me
i am a note in this song playing out
ringing briefly
through space
then
i'm gone

 The Unapologetic Mexican has been known to scribble a few things besides meandering, verbose, self-congratulatory blog posts. However, they are rarely as fun. Finally, let it be known that Nezua first dared bust out this Habanero of Truth at exactly 9:31 AM.  | Top | View blog reactions

Comentarios (3)

Jaime dijo:

nice ...

Palabras por Jaime spat forth on el 16 de Febrero, 2008 at 02:24 PM

Man Eegee dijo:

great imagery, nez. after reading it, i looked past my laptop screen to a tibetan singing bowl on my table that i use on occasion to relax and meditate. there are times when i can hear the tone without having to strike it, like a ghost or memory that waits for someone to call it back into being.

Palabras por Man Eegee spat forth on el 17 de Febrero, 2008 at 02:28 PM

nezua dijo:

thanks jaime.

that's beautiful, manny.

Palabras por nezua spat forth on el 17 de Febrero, 2008 at 05:53 PM