After
StillChild
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It happens
with explosions mostly, deathly bright, pulsing
But infancy
is the universes new skin, soft cornersThe ultimate chance at connection rarely seized with glory
The guts of the machine don’t stop for emotional content
Mark
RateStone
Date
Being born
still, resets life through a depressed veil
That
pinpoint spot of energy waiting in an infinite cueWhen the number is called, unfathomable potential grinds to life
And the possibility of miracles sparkles in the maker’s left eye
"The guts of the machine doesn't stop for emotional content"... that line grabs you ... and opens up multiple lines of thought...
ReplyDeleteMysterious poem to me, but some very vivid lines and imagery that are fun to read all on their own.
ReplyDeleteI love the energy you captured as you show us how profound and deep we all are!
ReplyDeleteMaybe I should say how small in the whole, yet we all find our sparkle~
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its been a long time since I last came to the garden to read your poem.and this just shows what I have missed.form and expression, intriguing and fascinating.
ReplyDeleteI like the multiples, the slot-like fittings of prefix and suffix: it hints at the "infinite cue" ~
ReplyDeleteBut infancy is the universes new skin" love that...you are so talented and have such a unique voice to your writing
ReplyDeleteyep, that number gets called eventually.
ReplyDeleteEach part of this poem works in strange ways upon the subconscious. I can see birth, and stillbirth, universe and womb. This is the kind of writing that takes me out of an external existence by focusing on deep inner space.
ReplyDeleteBut infancy is the universe's new skin... What an amazing line of poetry this is as your line of thought unravels to the memorable final lines.