  On that sun
shine burn summer dayI swear she thought (Lofty thoughts, dark forebodings) Her mind had eclipsed Collapsed and in ruin Her lips had covered her smile And empty space was only left. She thought She thought this When any second rate mind (Though hers was toned, extraordinary) Any cataract eye Any muted stale ear Any arthritic appendage Any sense Could see hear taste smell touch feel so much more in her. The question: is there darkness- When the moon joins path with the sun? For her pupils had eclipsed Deep black centers with a fiery ring And her eyes were blinding In blazes too strong to behold. And beneath this phenomenon, It is always like this It is always like this There was ancient Carnival With costumes and drumming Beating some pagan life into me. |
