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Deconstruction 2:
In Passing
Ocean
December Sea
Sacrifice the night to ebullient dreams
in a listless undercurrent of sorrow;
space ticking through idle passages in thought.
It seems to sing
Where dripping lips and oceanic stares
drown in awe all that encircles the flesh;
submerged and understated...
It seems to sing
Flung into a severed hand of the sun;
labyrinthine caprice behind closed eyes,
moonscapes trace lines across hands.
It seems to sing
It wraps itself around my feet,
pulling away the sand from beneath,
dragging it out, coaxing me into its depth.
I gaze over its expanse,
its undulations,
its breaks.
It seems to sing
This morning I stand in awe
and give myself to the cold deep.
A breath for salt-filled lungs in a gasping for life...
It seems to sing
A hunger for death in the softness...
I'm taking a similar approach to this year's d.a. levy celebration poem. Each year I've taken a different approach. The first celebration I incorporated Fugazi lyrics into levy's poem Songs for Dead Children while making some random guitar noise. Last year I didn't alter levy's words much as they really don't need it, yet, he's expressed a desire for others to cut, paste, etc. his works into new art... This year will be more interesting. Promise.
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