Sunday, March 25, 2018
I Don't Go Far
I don't go far if the distance is dear,
I fasten the nails to the wall when ears are sprouting,
My sight is overwhelming and alarming,
My eyes are staggered by all light, by living.
It is the soul itself rendering good thoughts thawing,
Underneath the seabed is another sea set to brilliance.
My sight is overwhelming like mussels and clams,
It is the sea, it is the sea that matters to a distance.
My age is longer than the distance of sweat and rain,
Storms brew bloodily, death drops its weight, and
The rain is overpowering, for the drops of water rise
And fall, like a graphical option or watery chute.
It is year after year that sights are spun along the road,
It spins like atomic orbitals, it masters the dreams of former
Men and women, so bloody is the road of regeneration,
It is the path to victory and sweat offering wounds of gold.
Topic(s) of this poem: far