{"id":7358,"date":"2024-03-21T08:04:43","date_gmt":"2024-03-21T08:04:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.mrplusfm.net\/?page_id=7358"},"modified":"2024-03-26T11:00:22","modified_gmt":"2024-03-26T11:00:22","slug":"vitreous-bodies","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.mrplusfm.net\/?page_id=7358","title":{"rendered":"Vitreous Bodies \u00a91992 – 94 ) uM_R<\/strong><\/span>"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\nvitreous body I<\/strong><\/span>
\nThus, the man turned round and bursts.
\nNo forgiveness- just an order.
\nI can\u2019t chant the virtual nightingale forever,
\nalthough the wings were broken
\nlaying in the garden.
\nI must say forever :
\n\u201abetween the dates of Alcatraz\u2018\n <\/p>\n

\nvitreous body II<\/strong><\/span>
\nIf dust cannot reveal
\nthe darkness shimmer,
\nTwo Ancient arrows seeking through
\nto force the Nightingale to bloom.<\/p>\n

Deep in Darkness appears
\nan Evening Star,
\nup,
\nholding blindly,
\ndown,
\nfor Nightingale to fall. <\/p>\n

Arrows pointing at wing to wing
\nso she flew from line to line
\nher cross and echoes,
\nnever ending still.<\/p>\n

It makes me laugh,
\nThe something I was searching for,
\nalone in circles, ever standing still.\n<\/p>\n

\nvitreous body III<\/strong><\/span>
\nThis is a monday.
\nAll simple lines of Geometry, dusted.
\nOld dust.
\nNone- not one corner of the fence,
\nwhere this house has been built.
\nSplit the Distorting Mirror!
\n…Standing in between
\n…Strangled by a robe
\nEscape the Heat!
\nToo late to be early,
\nToo early to be late.
\nSomething, struck by sobbing,
\nand lost the function
\nof Geometry.<\/p>\n

\nvitreous body IV<\/strong><\/span>
\nSeven years of Silence.
\nThe first suffocating sufferance
\nOnto Suffix Moon.
\nA suffocated wondering
\nInto the double pile velvet
\nOn The Pilgrimage of Silence.<\/p>\n

\nTouching Columbus
\nUnder my hundred percent wool blanket,
\nseeing the pinched face,
\nhearing the elegy of impotence
\n…I got told about Piracy.<\/p>\n

\nvitreous body V<\/strong><\/span>
\nHearing your talk
\nIt should explain some,
\nsome body\u2019s soul.
\nI can hear the depth,
\nfrightening
\nare all these layers
\nsinking through, so astonishing true.
\nDug with metal,
\nthrough all metallic exits-
\nPoor Drizzly Heart!
\nIt can\u2019t be our dross.\n<\/p>\n

\nvitreous body VI<\/strong><\/span>
\nIn clouds of air
\nit does not matter…
\nShe cannot open all those windows
\nthough the clouds would drag her into air.
\nLost,
\nshe would have secret numbers,
\nheld tight and kept with love –
\nDear voices tell her:
\nThe ship was never stranded
\nbut never reached the shore!\n<\/p>\n

\nvitreous body VII<\/strong><\/span>
\nIlluminate Moon
\nBy mourning loads
\nDrifts Worlds apart<\/p>\n

\nFeed a God\u2019s Child on anything
\nAm here I, Mourning full
\nAm I
\nSuffocated sufferance Into moonsglade
\nMe, Understanding, Go home
\nMoon shines, Country soul Too
\nTo Moon climbs, Hidden away
\nI Placing Home
\nTo cry Too
\nMoon-eyed amidst recovered facing.\n<\/p>\n

\nvitreous body VIII<\/strong><\/span>
\nSimply In Time
\nI was Space
\nWithout Stopping The flow
\nIt fused To Composition
\nWith Time
\nIn time With More time
\nTo A point It speaks
\nAlthough It does not Exist
\nBehind glass
\nWith Time
\nWith More Time
\nI Do admit
\nThat Time on a clock
\nHas No chance To survive
\nIn flux
\nOrientation awoke hastily In me.\n<\/p>\n

\nvitreous body IX<\/strong><\/span>
\nSo far Ahead
\nThe welling belly
\nAsks for the darkroom\u2018s hire<\/p>\n

\nTiring
\nAre all the nasty plottings
\nInscribed as stars
\nSo far from real <\/p>\n

\nI want To be
\nWho I am
\nIf the I
\nThat I am
\nIs not allowed!\n<\/p>\n

\nvitreous body X<\/strong><\/span>
\nTwo walls staring
\nAt each other
\nIt echoes back
\nTwo walls talking
\nTo each other
\nGrafitti stays
\nTwo
\nWithout a Third
\nOr Fourth
\nBreathe all memories
\nOf an ancient Place
\nTwo walls
\nOne ceiling
\nOne floor
\nReveal A corner
\nOr Another place To hide.\n<\/p>\n

\nvitreous body XI<\/strong><\/span>
\nWhat colour has the spring?
\nOne stumbling leg
\nOne fountain
\nAmong skyscrapers
\nTowards the airport
\nThe big bird Has hurt His wing
\nBy man\u2018s Gigantic nation\n<\/p>\n

\nvitreous body XII<\/strong><\/span>
\nThe power of Changing colour At will
\nA change of Form and structure
\n…Walked onto
\nSet north
\nAt one time Devastated land
\nRefused to compromise
\nImprinted marks
\nCut out with a die
\nCrushed to powder
\nCrumbled away
\nStamped
\nNot to remain
\nWithout moving Forward
\nLooking round
\nA Standstill happened
\nFor Stones
\nStone by stone
\nStone over stone
\nStones All over stones
\nConcave above and Convex below
\nAll Laying wasted and
\nHopelessly devoted To :
\nMetamorphosis In nowhere`s land
\nMetachrosis of our time.\n<\/p>\n

\nvitreous body XIII<\/strong><\/span>
\nMaybe
\nAnd add an A
\nIt speaks of L
\nL May Be
\nWill Never Leave
\nBoth
\nDo meet A Stone Alone
\nDo walk From A to Z
\nBoth Do laugh
\nHow hearts Do shake
\nI\u00b4ll never comprehend
\nHow stones Do murmur
\nRipples Into streams Of water.\n<\/p>\n

\nvitreous body XIV<\/strong><\/span>
\nNo more Going home
\nSaying daddy say motherless
\nNo more Going home
\nSaying Daddy say motherless
\nNo more<\/p>\n

\nNo more Coming home
\nSaying Daddy Say motherless
\nEver again
\nFarther out
\nAway <\/p>\n

\nFarther gone
\nNever again
\nMother Earth
\nRestricted by Constructed brains
\nFather
\nGoing home
\nSaying
\nDaddy say motherless
\nFather say motherless.\n<\/p>\n

\nvitreous body XV<\/strong><\/span>
\nI feel
\nYou are a Crying Silent Stone
\nWho does not want.
\nPick me up and help me to survive-
\nI need the spirit to create. <\/p>\n

\nI am
\nJust a Silent Crying Stone
\nAnd do not want
\nNeither or, nor both. <\/p>\n

\nMe, my stone and the stones beside
\nWill fall
\nThat heaven cries
\nThe Song of No Such Thing. <\/p>\n

\nDoes Heaven , Earth and All Such Things
\nHear us ,
\nListen to Two Drops sinking-
\nDrying out. <\/p>\n

\nSo that
\nOnly bricks on Earth
\nShake
\nThe Death
\nOf these Two Stones.\n<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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