critique thread. post prose and poetry, and make sure to give a rating if you do.
>paean to the solar skyfather
Concept is lordly over,
Body struck by far.
Matter, matter, matter-
What matters to the stars?
Conscious, and aware,
Spinning, and breathing;
Tossing and turning in the half sleep of dreaming.
It's no wonder that Sol has not spoken to us in years.
When was the last time you spoke words of kindness to an ant?
When was the last time you heaped benedictions onto the field mice?
When was the last time you chanted incantations over the lives of larval flies?
It's no wonder that Sol has not spoken to us in years-
When was the last time you spoke beauty to your tears?
Concept is high and mighty,
Bearing a heavy cross.
It's hard to step so lightly
When you're blinded by the gloss
Of yourself.
Torsos and chariots, look upon yourself!
It is something that can be seen in no twice polished mirrors of varnished silver,
It is something that can be seen in no clear puddles of water after a summer rain.
Whatever despair Phaeton knew
Is forever lost to you.
The love known between Re and Apophis
Lingers only in the annals of Time's cold abyss,
And the minds of the faithful, and the hearts of the pious.
Concept is symbolism,
Gifted to mankind.
Refracted through the prism
That we call the mind
Might these things be known once more
And all might be as it was before.
