Monday, December 6, 2010

In and Out of the Comet's Tail


Phasing back among the dead
So lantern-like the drops unfold
Through twisting lanes of cavern lore
On fingertips precise as wire

In and out of the comet’s tail
Off and on comes that old travail

Arisen from the ancient tomes
Kinetic dreams unspool their myths
We fuel up on semantic broth
And kiss until the world appears

In and out of the comet’s tail
Off and on comes that old travail

Those triple beams of laser torque
Connecting us throughout the night
To flow with death and live again
A thousand times and still it’s new

In and out of the comet’s tail
Off and on comes that old travail

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