Sunday, April 7, 2013

Fingerprints - 7/30

Happy Sunday (or Stun-day, for those of you who spend your days killing Templars in Assassin's Creed multiplayer...sorry, still got yesterday's gamer-lingo on the brain...).

Anyway, you want to read poetry and I want to let you, so without further ado, today's unprompted poem.

Fingerprints 

Are these not your fingerprints,
these xenochromatic nebulae
spattering space
with the whorls of their evidence?

Are these not your fingerprints,
these elliptically dancing planets
whose circuits swerve perfect waltzes
through universal ballrooms?

Are these not your fingerprints,
these wandering mountain ranges
veining Earth
with their parabolic vigils?

Are these not your fingerprints,
these skeletal rings
whose canopies
cast comfort from their boughs?

Are these not your fingerprints,
these Heaven-scented essences
born dreaming of their homeland
and speaking its native tongue?

And these, these subatomic masterpieces
dictating life by their helixes,
mirrored contours craving
Each oV your name's fOur Letters-

Are these not your fingerprints?

2 comments:

  1. It is marvelous how the artwork reinforced the poem. Quite literally, near the end of the poem.

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  2. "Each oV your name's fOur Letters-"

    aaahhH! AWESOME! I see what you did there ;P

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