Monday, October 20, 2014

10.20.14

Weekend words got away from me, so have some for a Monday.


Vital Force

Whirling points of charge
            Form the vortex of connection
            In a convulsion of structure
            A new fire is made.
The fusion breathes tendrils
            Of new exploration
            To course along channels
            Of the vital frame.
The force of careful measure
            And catalytic conception
            Grows, lithic and crystalline
            At the base of every age.
                           

The rising sun has a boiling point
            The crucible overturns
            And each upthrust column
            Will equally burn.
The monstrous melting rage
            Downswing of such energy
            In the caldera, all elements
            Unite in the purge.
The conductive lattices rent,         
            Bright spark stilled,
            Vital forces spent,
            Life unlearned.


Forms of the surge of life
            Struggling to intend
            The grasp of overturning
            Without and within.
Turning toward the bright strike
            Dislodging the grains
            Of ancient malefactions,
            Points sparked again.    

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