[Len6789]

Rationality, Abstract and Concrete
by Len Bourret (Copyright 2004)


Delphinium do not grow out of one's mouth,
they do not push up a ceiling's loose plaster.
One's belly button does not contain large
scissors, nor does it contain stems close
to a belly button's root, which will cut
one's lip or tongue.
And, although a flower can bleed like a
milkweed, it does not stain the sheets a
darker blue.
While white rats may be present, and
they might rush at one's stomach, they
do not climb out of any stain.
But, they can get at one's hands, without
being prepared to defend one's self.
One can glance into the distance, beyond
a feather pillow to a window.
Falling snow can be familiar, as those
around one ignore the burrowing of
another's body.
The hole in one's torso can become
spherical, to match the shape of
one's own or another's eyes.
One's reflection can shine against
the shadows, and provide a bright
backdrop in a room and anywhere.
The snow can appear like ash, and
it can dissolve one's image, too.
One can be in the dark, for a long
time or for a moment, until one is
able to find light from a candle or
another source.
And, death's lesions can still look
new.
At any time one stops loving, one's
eyes can turn to coal.
Eyes too heavy in their sockets,
love can end as quickly as light's
darkness falls, and as one's eyes
roll towards one another.
Anger or other feelings can hide
the sadness or desperate urgency
of one another's tears.
Being denied the miracle of vision,
one cannot see life's habitual buffer,
whatever kind of buffer there might
be.
A fire quenched no longer lives,
eventually turns to stone, and
soon all one may be left with
is a pile of dead pebbles, in
a room or anywhere.
Two or more people lodged,
each entirely surrounded, in a
kind of braille stone's rebuttal,
blind inanimate's refusal to act
in love, or to deny that which
allows one to positively think,
or to effectively feel.

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[DarkPower]

I think this is great. I just have one gripe with the structure. I would break it up so as to be a bit easier for the reader to understand. But then maybe not because it might change the feel of the poem.