tripping over brackets
we trip over the brackets
around the pure perception,
and, inside me,
all cats are gray
like flags over the castle
where nothing lives
innocent oblivion.
all cats are gray,
and time at night
is painless, where evening
has stroked away
twilight anxiety
and consecrated the cold
to being and absence,
that icy absolution
time brings, like nothing,
here where all cats are gray,
and so are most days
7 comments:
I really enjoy the music of this one. Thanks for sharing it, David!
Yes, I like the way it develops and ends the rhythm. Thanks for the poem, David.
PG
(After a couple more reads) - thanks again for the poem, David. It has things in it I like.
PG
husserl?
thanks for the poem David. enjoyed!
arka
Hmm, yes Husserls intersubjectivity. This is a good poem. Thank you.
yes, this is ages later, but it's based on Husserl
thanks everybody btw
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