Carouselambra
Curling spires in crimson shards, these soundless liquid dreams,
Tongue forked roads lick open palms, opal-trussed these skyline seams,
Sidling along the periphery of every curve, horizon’s crest,
Billowing messengers, light of foot, fleeing to the west,
Hands that practiced, swift and cold, sheltering light between their lines,
Translation tales that dance therein, gold-masquerade designs,
Turning o’er and ablaze in carousel, sinews tensed ‘gainst shadows thrown,
In swelling tempest of heart’s escaping, flame-fledged days cast skipping stone,
In Sistine exchange, across the space, Promethean offering at a joint,
Celestial descent and sacrificial blindness, sharpening entirety to a point,
Contrasting shells they form the forward face, rays for senses gone behind,
Glowing spheres drawn out in radiant chords, silver arms for dreams within the mind,
Curling glints and grins o’er veins cascading, life-blood sands in face of time,
Shaping the indefinite in pyramids where, cupped hands will weigh pooled rhyme,
I hope someday these inkling whorls will move you, to once more take up the flame,
And in radiance wake, we might look upon, the receding point the same.
This message has been edited by WondersmithWest from IP address 68.144.28.13 on Jul 14, 2005 11:02 AM
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