Poetry is NOT dead
It had just been on hiatus
When using flowery verbiage,
Take care to prune your verse.
Lest the scent of your message
Be undone, by an unbridled aroma.
A perfect bouquet is oft ruined
By a riot of lilac.
Be spare with words.
Lest, ye reveal
The empty chamber,
From which they echo.
A sky of glistening mist obscured the young man’s vision. He was only able to see about ten feet in any direction. After that, his vision was permeated by a myriad number of jewel-like undulating figures.
They moved, spoke…and in all obvious ways…were shaped and animated by nothing more than the serpentine power of the wind. Antoine saw…where others could not…that they were not simply amorphous dust-devils, borne on the breeze. They were Spirits: Daemons or Angels. One could never be quite sure.
Their substance was composed of connected particles of glittering spectral dust; insignificant motes of disparate granules to the untrained eye. Their shape and movement appeared to be dictated by the capricious nature of the wind’s random gusts. Their purpose, however, was anything but random.
Badu (as he was called by those who knew him) had learned not to disturb them. The drafts and eddies: which molded them, crafted them, made manifest their essence… allowed them to stay hidden. A perfect transparent illusion of innocence.
Antoine Vermette, and some few others, knew better than to discount the underlying animus of their presence. ” Don’t be fooled by the safe, ephemeral demeanor they project, Badu…”, Mark had warned. ” The harmless aura they present, is nothing but a facade…Stay alert!”
Dr. Mark Forster was one of a handfull of people, who had (for good or ill), the ability to see them. Much more than that, Dr. Forster was one of the few people left, that Antoine respected and trusted.
When does stream of consciousness reach the level of active thought in motion?
Do Vampyres need to drink the leukocytes, as well as the red blood cells?
Does the fear of today’s economic woes differ from that of yesterday’s global warming?
Did Helen’s Praxitelean beauty truly inspire the siege of Troy?
Did Agamemnon launch 1000 ships, or did a blind poet exaggerate?
When we find the higgs boson, will we really discover the ‘god’ particle?
How many of these particles would one need to make god?
