Day Thirty: Long Last
Posted by missed on July 12, 2008
The suns turn, blind to one another?
No, circling, dancers, lovers, rivals,
Burning in the cold,
Aching in the numb,
Animals in the sky structured with
Dark and light, mathematics in the dark,
Poetry in light.
And we, blind to one another?
No, the stars circle, like dancers, like lovers,
Like our rivals, defined in Kelvin and men,
And so that stars hope, and the sky
So filled with animals and folk,
So that the grandest are held
In the smallests’ regard,
So shall the lovers turn:
Us, and ours.
I wanted to have something really epic for the last day. But it was just taking forever. Still, this’ll do.
Love, all. Obviously, I won’t stop posting, but this category will have one more concluding wrap-up post and then that’s it.
