Ascendance

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Ascendance

 

It was one of those nights

When lunar wombs

Became pregnant

With the words of distant stars


And gray matter preached

Of the existence of an

Inter/Inner planetary fire

That burns


Into ashes

That I blow

Away into infinity

Causing the birth

Of a new universe


As I tap the cigarette ash

Into the ashtray

I wonder


Does this then make me God

This power over life and death

 

Though this life and that death

May only be my own

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4 comments

  1. aahh…the power of the mind…this was very good. I liked it …very different twist there…made the poem

    Barbara

  2. aahh…the power of the mind…this was very good. I liked it …very different twist there…made the poemBarbara

  3. Your words are always beautiful and inspiring but I don’t feel that you filtered the passion inside of you the way you could. You speak of words transcending space and time, your words powerful yet asinine 😛 it feels like a contradiction. And that’s the whole point. Life is a contradiction, we are all powerful yet not at all. We are ashes and we are form. I think that you have a start and you need to dive deeper into what you are trying to convay. 🙂

  4. Your words are always beautiful and inspiring but I don’t feel that you filtered the passion inside of you the way you could. You speak of words transcending space and time, your words powerful yet asinine 😛 it feels like a contradiction. And that’s the whole point. Life is a contradiction, we are all powerful yet not at all. We are ashes and we are form. I think that you have a start and you need to dive deeper into what you are trying to convay. 🙂

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