Michael Ardizzone

(February 10th,1986 / New Jersey, US)

A Collapse of Conscience


It's a way to live:
(in this space between the stars)
all the falling happens
with opened arms.

and the dead will awaken
to sing in this eternal dark
for only sound will we have
to allay our fears,
to succor our tears
as they thrust themselves
towards the waiting ground.

And East will fight with West
as North and South look on,
and Friends fight Friends
while enemies,
o enemies applaud.

And strength will falter,
its ego swollen by hope,
its pride swollen by immortality,
and all that will be left
(without sight) is your mind
and the voices in your head
(and not even they are yours,
you hope)

Submitted: Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Edited: Monday, March 28, 2011

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  • Violet Llewellyn (8/22/2007 8:57:00 PM)

    I really love this poem, it's very well written. I am especially fond of the first four lines, the imagery there is really beautiful.

    -Storm (Report) Reply

  • Joseph Daly (8/19/2007 10:30:00 AM)

    Hell Michael, this is good stuff. The imagery is affective and the pace of the pm runs smoothly. will bereturning to this. (Report) Reply

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