Patrick Boyd

Empire Of Images - Poem by Patrick Boyd

already, I am building
an empire of images,
an unclosable coffin of stars
to saturate the ligaments
of my sleeping soul.
Under the smoldering dime
of the moon,
my universe unfolds
against the periphery
of what waits.
Severed from illusion,
clothed in flight,
my shifting persona
wades into the miles bewitched.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003

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