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"Animystic Paranoia" by Jan Sand 2008-02-08 09:40:32 |
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The bird of night Devours sunsets, Regurgitates the Sun at dawn To feed the sky With bloody light. Then is gone.
The serpent sea Roils its scales, Spits flying fish, Dolphins and whales, Waltzes in to polish beaches Catching clouds, the blue of sky Wherever foaming wetness reaches, Then retreats as if it fails, An endless tireless busyness With patience of a Sisyphus.
The stars and Moon, surreptitious, Peer down at us From blackest space. Were a puzzle, theyre suspicious. A most confusing human race. We fight, we love, we manufacture, Fill the Earth with clacking widgets. Then, in fury, flail and fracture With motives out of mental midgets. Are we worthwhile, or a disgrace?
Mountains lie with hips and shoulders Breaking up the line of sky Outlined in bushes, trees and boulders, Sleeping now, complete, quiescent. To them we are evanescent, Fragile as a passing fly. But when they waken from their dream, Scream with fiery rocks and steam, Lava vomiting like Hell Arising in a molten stream No human force could change or quell, The fury of the Earth released Reveals the liberated Beast.
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