Perishing!

Always the tracks
Always the fumes becoming fainter,
Noise, litter and glitter perishing
Into forgotten vapors.

As everything dissembles,
The perfect conundrum,
In shape, organic and chaotic
Unfolds in its grandeur,
Adorned with uncontrolled
Lightness.
Eventually one has to let go.
Thoughts, like stardust,
Normally the artist
Of perception,
Lost touch,
And the palette,
Is colorless.

Dance! Moon!

~ by Aquatic Poetry on February 8, 2012.

2 Responses to “Perishing!”

  1. Found that the poem engendered a feeling of floating freely away from the burdens of life.

  2. That was also rather that feeling I hoped it would possess – the annihilation of the self, or at least a surrender, lasting however long possible.

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