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Diodes emit dialogue,
Her eyes pursue
Closed-off captioning.
...cough...
Toddlers rev their lips
Like idling engines.
"You know," he began...
...background conversation...
"They don't have some-
One typing this all up.
It's all machines."
...whistling...
"And you think
I don't know this?"
Analog signals
And homophones
Misplaced, the
Sitcom continues.
...Wagner's "Ride of
The Valkyries" plays...
Wiretaps and
Machines saying yes.
Her eyes pursue
Closed-off captioning.
...cough...
Toddlers rev their lips
Like idling engines.
"You know," he began...
...background conversation...
"They don't have some-
One typing this all up.
It's all machines."
...whistling...
"And you think
I don't know this?"
Analog signals
And homophones
Misplaced, the
Sitcom continues.
...Wagner's "Ride of
The Valkyries" plays...
Wiretaps and
Machines saying yes.
Literature
Awake
Awake
We - are the children of Cygnus
Sagittarius , the Pleiades, Orion, and the Dog Star
Sprung from the womb of the Hypernova
Recycled, Reborn, Eternal
Observe
Times arrow returned to its quiver
Unlimited
Alive - in every moment that has been
or will ever be
Free
From the shackles of the linear mind
and the material wastelands of the Fallen
Pity the mortal and the blind
We dine on starlight
and dance to the rhythm of the fractal void
The heavy metal, rock and roll beat of the Magnetar and Star Quakes
The techo-jazz, thump thump thump of the pulsars
The waltz of the binaries
in their elegant embrace
We ride the big surf of the Broa
Literature
Endless
Memories so visceral
I can still taste them,
like the salty sweet wash of your skin
after a slow morning run
in the dancing summer rain.
Eyes a shade of amber,
golden flakes glowing in the warmth
of a crackling fire,
your lips parted like an envelope
I'm aching to seal.
Words whispered silently,
a tender glance exchanged,
an undulation of emotion,
a burst of color and a blast of light,
two lone figures unite.
Hands in the dirt,
knees in the slushing mud,
battle weary and fatigued,
I trudge step by step
toward the peak of this moment,
a banner raised,
emblazoned with your name.
For I'd rather die on the hill,
swathed in the regalia of my d
Literature
Apocalypta
Dawn breaks soft,
You are sun glare
in the rearview;
and I, the heavy mist
ahead
on a road that forgets to end.
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© 2012 Nic Swaner
© 2012 Nic Swaner
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This is such an interesting poem. I love the use of Italics and dialogue.