Artchil Daug


Journey - Poem by Artchil Daug

The pale face of a portrait, keeping
still, everyone looses a color
in every life-affirming music constructed
from the notes and lines of the unknown,
the unknowable, the unconscious;
you can travel, beyond constraints,
far and wide in a magic carpet,
but you still have to rub the lamp
that unleashes the genie, the maker
of the carpet; your lamp is
your world.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 24, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, August 24, 2012


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