glassalg

deathless and the sweet-scent of
gods misguided, their heads crushed like grapes
in the grim Kali kaleidoscope

we drink the aeons of the unknowable
mind self-generated 
and objectify the stars for Ends

limbless in limbo akin to infinity
this coptic-coded digital density
bleeds the mind’s wine
to further hack the bloodlines

our projected existence on the cornucopia
quiet as the mouthiest shadow we call
life amid severity

a scepter has cut the throat of the reflection
And thoughts come to the skull’s gristle
And neurons die in protest to be reborn
as alms to the shadow’s substance

glass cannot contain it

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kealan coady

Fri 14th Feb 2020 16:50

Thanks so much Keith, your kind words mean more than you know buddy. Sometimes it seems like im just writing out of some ego trip and it gets depressing so when someone as accomplished as yourself says something so nice about my writing it has a very real and tangible effect on my soul.
Thank you, sir. I mean that from the bottom of my heart.

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keith jeffries

Fri 14th Feb 2020 00:21

Kealan,

You have excelled yourself with this poem. I was transfixed whilst absorbing its contents. The last stanza is brilliant.

Thanks for this
Keith

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