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Vigil for Meaning


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I. Vesper


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Silence fumbling seems
Yet seldom speaks in the whimsies
That– empty– shudder lips in frenzied
Circumstance.

Thus does folly, becrowned in glitter
Parade through an adoring metropolis
Blasting resonations of disharmony &
Hypnotism.


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II.Tunnel


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Birdsoar, searoar that suckles
Mammalian cowardice, a single rose,
Blackness of the dank earth, a sea cove.
A linear desecration, insect that blasphemes,
Cracked skin like a blanched almond that
Submerges into a boiling pimple like lava.

Nodding off, nothing was.
Everything came everything changed...


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III.Void


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Blanket of stealth which made the passage,
Heaviness of bones dragging down,
Bones falling through skin through ground,
Ground that wasn't there to catch,
Remember, compile beguiling memories
Just barely out the ordinary

Teasing the boundaries of belief
Ordinary scenes ordinary people
Ordinary speech weird features that
Shift-baffle-crinkle the surface.
Pebble-pool flutter that becomes
Black black black empty infinite
Expanse that spans massive–
Membranes that grin, pitch, yawn:
Endless recursion of nonsense.


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IV.Dawn


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Silence. Tickling sounds of day.
Unwisdom in a sharp mortality.
Bliss looms in the dull light.

Suddenly awash, grasping
Net of unbreakable strength, of
Weaving that nourishes, funnels that kiss,
Confines of flesh that prance, tip-toe and
Dance on the edge of quietude & chaos
Making the rounds.


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Written by Daniel Pendergraft
@d-pend
8/7/17

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My favorite line:
"Silence. Tickling sounds of day.
Unwisdom in a sharp mortality.
Bliss looms in the dull light."

I havent been waking by 6am since we came back from vacation....
But this line makes me want to experience the silence and tickling sounds of day(mostly birds chirpping).
Tmw I'll be up before dawn!
Thanks for sharing!!
Peace!!

A boiling pimple like lava is a great image. thanks

Haha. Thank you... it was one of those phrases that came from... somewhere else? * vaguely gestures in the air *

I know those ''somewhere else'' feelings.... and you just , well go with it!! :]

I love how you have divided your poem into chapters this time!...

Silence. Tickling sounds of day.
Unwisdom in a sharp mortality.
Bliss looms in the dull light.

my favorite lines, I almost feel like I would write them myself , I love the idea of happiness among the bleak in poetry!

nice poetry me friend

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