Sunday, May 27, 2007

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Blogger Conrad DiDiodato said...

I see another dying star, glowing with content.

Courage comes from the stars.

And as the sun,sure the worst of the fire & ice is over,
goes back to the aions,
with pieces of shattered ashen rock stuck
in its satchel,

& extending what's left of light to the
next astral sky,
he sadly veers in the direction of a deep
reclusive heaven,

in order to die.
Soon afterwards the gods will send in their own stars,
all 100 andromedans,

500 dwarfs with clarions, and the gritty
feral
quasars to fetch
a spent brother home, bent back sadly like
wet clover
in a heat, stewed; strewn

stupidly, too, under porous moon satellites but
propped under each arm,
stiffening still in formation with neck low in a craze

of battle-rush, eyes straining
from habit, solar winds whistling through the armour
(not a coward's sucking wind

but true orderless gales), and not a chainlink
that's out of place,
not one frayed from, say, too much cosmic friction.

It's in this way
a dying captain, carried out of the arena, still pulses
in his greatcoat

(otherwise a thing of flimsy cloth) and leads by example.
The gods won't shut the gates
on him yet nor hold him up to the core
for a sign

of the ol' hard-built courage,
the ol' ashfall of life. Gorging on one final horizon,
moss under the nails,
skin pale & taut, or just aligning embers closer to
the hole,
is the way a shrinking sun

sashays and scribes its end, like a trophy on the plains.
Not a dupe of asteroids now;
and not bothering with the sense of the dust-likeness
of things,

Sol is released
as an infinite expansion, happy to collapse in its own filth

7:01 p.m.  
Blogger name of the rose said...

... not sure what you`re referring to.

it was actually an incredibly beautiful sunset.

10:44 p.m.  
Blogger Conrad DiDiodato said...

What I'm referring to?

Why, another dying sky, soaking the edge

9:36 a.m.  

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