Shangri-La
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Shangri-La
I. Myths and legends, Do you dwell among angels? They play horns, blueness And green wings beckoning: Sway— Unaware and in tune. Hands open, Like a rooster’s proud tail— “Shangri-la, Shangri-la” and it is truly believed by all. II. Grassy patches Billow in mist— Dapples of berries, and leaves Folded in prayer. Whisper: “Carry us away, to Shangri-la, Shangri-la…” III. Yellow dirt— Golden flecks of God Kick at the feet of pecking chickens ‘cooing’ and ‘clucking’, the choir of the cool and calm. A little, nameless girl Pets a stout and smiling goat. Small, devilish horns. —Her pet and only friend. IV. The snake, hissing a song upon grasses, does not frighten. Nearby, lions smile At potato bugs Crawling on claws. They are all engaging In conversation— And, They are all living And letting be. |
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| staccato, yet rushing; it feels relaxing yet worrying to read this for some reason. and that's up to me as a reader to relate in any way, i guess, which i do, and i find this to be quietly liberating. and why? you flit from scene to scene, temporal and metaphysical angles co-joined, a part of each other, clashing yet serene. there is an overall element to this piece which i find i arc toward subconsciously. letting things be. yes. | Posted on 2009-04-25 00:00:00 | by meoww | [ Reply to This ] | |
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