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Simulacra of our Lives
I.
I stumbled upon you
brilliant in shining
motions cast along
these heights.
I mistook my hands under-
taking as independence.
With certainty
clock towers clanged
traffic roared
and the weather
progressed in rhythm.
When I dream
you'll know its me
dreaming of you.
II.
I sought you out
brilliant and shining
ambling upwards
to those heights.
Your golden breeze dis-
possessed me with ease.
The clamoring city
rose and fell as one
breath. You blinked
convenient sun away.
When you dream
I hope you'll feel
my burgeoning presence.
III.
You were standing
brilliant and shining
with gentle gestures
on our heights.
There was nothing to be
had in this summer sun.
The city's pulse
shimmered in decay
as night angles in
new deserts and remiss
quietudes of memory.
When dreams form
we will seek reprieve
from sickly repetition.
IV. (I)
Stumbled brightness
movement this high.
To hold me without
reflective despair.
Each sound the next
thru corridors skew
anteriors of seasons
timeless solstice
between us.
Recurring dreams like
ocean waves crashing
then cascading to shore.
I stumbled upon you
brilliant in shining
motions cast along
these heights.
I mistook my hands under-
taking as independence.
With certainty
clock towers clanged
traffic roared
and the weather
progressed in rhythm.
When I dream
you'll know its me
dreaming of you.
II.
I sought you out
brilliant and shining
ambling upwards
to those heights.
Your golden breeze dis-
possessed me with ease.
The clamoring city
rose and fell as one
breath. You blinked
convenient sun away.
When you dream
I hope you'll feel
my burgeoning presence.
III.
You were standing
brilliant and shining
with gentle gestures
on our heights.
There was nothing to be
had in this summer sun.
The city's pulse
shimmered in decay
as night angles in
new deserts and remiss
quietudes of memory.
When dreams form
we will seek reprieve
from sickly repetition.
IV. (I)
Stumbled brightness
movement this high.
To hold me without
reflective despair.
Each sound the next
thru corridors skew
anteriors of seasons
timeless solstice
between us.
Recurring dreams like
ocean waves crashing
then cascading to shore.
posted by Will at 1:47 AM
1 Comments:
ryc: it IS an inside joke. :D Let's just say that having a senior as a stalker when you're a freshman isn't a pleasant experience. I'll probably rewrite it when I can, but as poetry's not my forte...
anyway.
I love how certain images keep appearing in the progression of the poem--the city as a persona, and "brilliant and shining." This may be because it's early morning here, or because I'm really quite an ignoramus when it comes to these things, but I'm not quite sure of what your poem's about. -_-;
It was beautiful, though.
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