Listening for the words in a quiet corner of the night. The fiction, poetry, and photography of Jason Evans.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Beautiful Abyss
in a hip hop orbit circling binary stars a planet blows with ice and methane wind and except for the shapes stenciled by storms nothing changes nothing ever changes yet deep under the black ocean liquid flows warmed by the rub of gravitation's hands and life boils everything boils and always has
Where there is no presence of mind, there is an uninhabitable abyss that lays dormant, waiting, anxiously waiting for coherency of some rational purpose, rather than its cold, present void.
Your poetry is astounding, thought provoking and far reaching … kudos!
8 comments:
Beautiful lyrics, beautiful image.
That, is beautiful...
Where there is no presence of mind, there is an uninhabitable abyss that lays dormant, waiting, anxiously waiting for coherency of some rational purpose, rather than its cold, present void.
Your poetry is astounding, thought provoking and far reaching … kudos!
I think people can be like that too.
Very touching, Jason.
Beautiful Abyss - nice oxymoron for a beautiful poem ~.
Liane, great to see you!
Matt, much appreciated.
Jackie, thank you for the high praise! Good metaphors are hard to find these days, so I really like when I find one. :)
Joni, yes. Very much so. Sometimes its a long way through the ice.
Lee, I liked that about the title. As beautiful as it ultimately might be, an abyss is still an abyss.
Nice lyrics Jason and i haven't seen you at my blog for a while, stop by soon :)
Wild Rose~
Wild Rose, I definitely will!
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