Stream of Consciousness
You-You Hymn?
it comes again — from heaven a strike of thunder— not a post-trample echo from a distinct temple I roar— I sample was—Sam? my bond to Adam? seek it— death. feel it or not I shall turn this summit—solid no admiration, no proving a provoking rhyme— not for your tongue funny to tell… but when you hear—me, that you— you-you… hymn? how? why ask— as if I would answer in fact, I don’t I threw the puzzle—berserk heavy on your body void-smirk, my joke skull. labyrinth. no blueprint sign it significant—arrogant… at its—end I saw you reading your eyes—clap / collapse your mind—crack… cracks
By LUCCIAN LAYTH6 months ago in Poets
The Settling
Lyrically—sign, atone / atom / Adam—a cracked apple bleeds its proof:sweetness first, then the settling truth.If it was ever worth the devil, stand—and wrestle.When the storm remembers you,I arrive as thunder—each letter a black sheet slowly settling.Heavy strike—a divine edge through time—you divide in a minute.After… what remains of youlearns the shape of absence.I define nothing.If I were something,I would speak once—zip the one,and force it into None.None / All—the pillar stands.Humans squat the halls of time.
By LUCCIAN LAYTH6 months ago in Poets
