BlackJade
06-15-2001, 11:31 AM
when i watch the skies through the dumpy sphere
of my curled fingers,
falling stars
and fireworks along the beach at night seem like
fiery angels fleeing from the heavens and god's
wrath.
in flight,
they disintergrate and splinter into
their basic atoms.
into the very substance
that makes up our nightmares.
whose presence in our sleep always an intrusion;
invasion,
as they canter silently in
mimicking the motions of a horse but
always hinting at something other.
i would then wonder,
as my fingers uncurl and straighten
what those angels could have done
to arouse god's anger.
of my curled fingers,
falling stars
and fireworks along the beach at night seem like
fiery angels fleeing from the heavens and god's
wrath.
in flight,
they disintergrate and splinter into
their basic atoms.
into the very substance
that makes up our nightmares.
whose presence in our sleep always an intrusion;
invasion,
as they canter silently in
mimicking the motions of a horse but
always hinting at something other.
i would then wonder,
as my fingers uncurl and straighten
what those angels could have done
to arouse god's anger.