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the spin of infinity



still water
pierced
a dark crown rises
spilling down
red

spinning twelve
hell broken
loops of infinity
into black
ungently

 damming earth
and
pummeling sky
with wishboned branches
of fatal torment

we all gasp
numbly nodding
as the hungry asp
devours itself
asleep

a soaking rain
taps the roof
and echoes
through glass houses
this morning

Rene ~ July 2012
For Magpie Tales

Image: figure 8, Franz Kline
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  1. Irish GumboJuly 23, 2012 at 11:33 AM

    And which part of Revelations inspired this? (grin)

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  2. Brian MillerJuly 23, 2012 at 2:21 PM

    ha nice touch on the glass house there in the end...glad it is just rain pelting it....yikes on the asp and the torment...maybe some nicer shows to watch before bed...and maybe no spicy food...smiles...

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  3. PearlJuly 23, 2012 at 2:54 PM

    Glass houses.

    And so much of Mother Nature, throwing stones.

    Pearl

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  4. KayJuly 23, 2012 at 3:33 PM

    love the last lines so much.....x

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  5. HelenaJuly 23, 2012 at 5:53 PM

    A fabulous read. The line including 'as the hungry asp devours itself asleep' simply rocked for me! That was impressive, gal!

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  6. Tess KincaidJuly 23, 2012 at 6:16 PM

    Dark and enigmatic...I like it...

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  7. Wayne PitchkoJuly 24, 2012 at 2:12 PM

    nicely done.....thanks for sharing

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  8. Tumblewords:July 24, 2012 at 9:50 PM

    powerful piece...

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  9. HelenJuly 24, 2012 at 11:40 PM

    This is a poem meant to be read more than one time ... quite thought provoking.

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  10. hyperCRYPTICalJuly 26, 2012 at 5:59 PM

    Powerful indeed.

    Anna :o]

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