Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Peridot Eyes to My Tabitha

The peridot doll sits on her perch

finally she wakes and will she then lurch


Finding her steps on the tips of the lilies

wondering high and low how she spells zero

For once upon an Arabian night sky

She sat all furled astonishment went by

She was in the paradoxical heaven and


by osmosis this Isis left the world 12 hundred moons ago and is light years away from you little puppets

I'm still wondering kids how you remain nonchalant and do your garden scissors turn to ploughing swords or disintegrate into fiendish subatomic particles from rust - as it never sleeps


And remember to curtsey and curtail

watch out for your personal whale - 

& Jonah sits high - before technology grew even before Joseph's smart garb

Wrenched out of society like mini - blessed or not can one tell in the chord called infinity

We are in it now - The Forever

Non depending on your past you have only two paths - no matter what the new-agers say - a slice of spiritual deception marketed by the obscure - haven't been upstairs or downstairs truly, before?


Well I've raised the bell the chord and the scene - better watch out

I like this word called zenith and one called peril (unseen)

Like Lou Reed said I will be your mirror, but I'm not made of glass

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