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Fall firmly to earth now
Stiff solace on the ground
These vibrations hurt your ears
This air choked you
Too many bad vibes
Birds continue to fall
Decadence, half-assed struggle
So many swarms siphoned through few structured forms
We stood in a circle and watched the body seize up
There was nothing we could do
Falling towards dirt
Terram firmam
Over-stimulation and too many ideas.
It’s the need for structure
Evolution-induced uselessness of a tincture.
Birds bathe in dirty water
Have you seen that filthy water?
We’re now solvents too,
Sponging up one pollutant after another
Filth rubbing shoulders,
Too much good to ‘balance’ too much bad
Too much
It was noise that dropped the bird
Like when our knees buckle beneath us.
Clear men that dreamed about the blank spaces on old maps.
Have you looked at old maps?
Imaginative, creative, clean cartographers
Cultural biographers,
Guessing what lay beyond,
Postulating dragons.
And so we grew up looking for dragons
Every close discovery revealing more maps
Better maps, and more distinct
More information, less instinctive,
Now fully-cartographically derived,
And the source was cooling down and no longer fun.
Satellites mark the drift of continents.
The local firmness of this pleasant earth is now in fact sliding.
Poor dead bird.
That poor bird wanted to rest on the solid brown warmth
But is sliding with everything else.
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A good read
Posted Aug 24, 2008
I liked a lot of the figurative language. The dragon part was a good bit, and certain lines stuck out to me. The piece really picked up as it moved on.
The beginning was a little off for me. I think more elegant or sophisticated wording would have worked better for your piece.
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