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2006-04-11 16:44:30 ET A repost. Because I promised someone I would. Enjoy. At the museum 2005-02-25 09:48:15 ET At the museum of all things rare and beautiful, Behind the viewing glass, glinting inside the scintillation of compressed anthracite, winking its sleepy eye; mocking relentlessly, crouches a dream; woken from polarization. The shine and circle: a force as gravity Winking in the facets: a home, fidelity, a child. Family Honest, hard work, true monogamy and a pretty white picketed fence. Mayberry never saw it so good. One facet winks strength and another values. A particulary stubborn angle projects religion, morals: A patriarchal family grounded in the faith. Held as Plato's ideal behind the viewing glass A reminder of what used to be Standing with face pressed to glass staring into facets and blinding light Diving into the carbon fills an empty place A woken dream relfected in my eyes; motionless on its velvet pedestal A contemplative hope for the future. |
