Solstice In Stasis - Poem by Aaron Graham
The Weak Corner of a Picture's Splintered Frame
Part I ~ 'Solstice in Stasis'
The banner of this barren plane forgot
Finitey, in pure surface-absent the
Ruddy angel's slope-canted in time
It absorbs light once reflected by
The surface of its pane, which holds near- each
Particulate grain- each a mirror for
Possible worlds, slopes unchanging.
Unchanging as the break of a sphere.
Yet as varied as the break of a Gail.
As it carries on pinions- time, age, and year.
Yet, only through time, is such dominion broke,
Is each chimera sent back to the room-?
Where each first heard its own voice playing, playing
On the perpetual tape recorder. The voice
Which each had stolen, in a bitter note,
From the swords as they danced in the violet light.
Stolen, suspended, spring- in a snow-globe spell
Frazier suspended as if he were Damocles' knell
Which sounds in a barren infinity;
So smooth is the void, unnoticeable its slash,
Clawing the ivory, terra cotta titans:
Who's scars form the knot and eternal pentacle.
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