The Betrayal Of Soul By Reason Poem by David Kowalczyk
The Betrayal Of Soul By Reason
There is a fire in the mirror,
floating like a vapor on
the soft summer air.
Splendid is the vertigo of nuns,
the nakedness of motion,
and the realization the moon
is a drowning white tortoise.
I am terrified of clowns,
of the retarded, of blue-haired women,
of all those whose perfection
has been stolen.
Shatter this wound.
Erase it from memory.
Cancel the universe.
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