Birth of the new

There is an edge, cliff crevasse, vast abyss
in a hairline, spider-tracery on fresco of reality
stretch out your hand in trembling and wither not
–mystery of highest heaven–
touch the knife-edged crack, life in your hands,
see paint fleck off, peel away,
scenery sliced, fall flickering to the floor
And is it a cubicle with blank walls bland and bald?
No, beautiful bold bright horizon,
eggshell fallen to the ground,
the sun rising, life throbbing.

This entry was posted by Daniel on 14:13, Jun 4th 2008 and filed in Poetry.

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2 responses to “Birth of the new”

  1. Jason says:
    June 16th, 2008 at 2.33 pm

    Oooh – nicely done

  2. fleck paint says:
    June 26th, 2008 at 9.48 am

    [...] of highest heaven?? touch the knife-edged crack, life in your hands, see paint fleck off, phttp://capreol.us/didyktile/2008/06/04/birth-of-the-new/Club News Marion Chronicle-TribuneThe week of May 25, residents at Suite Living enjoyed [...]

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