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The Glass Kingdom cometh...(English Poem)



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    He could not say how;
    it simply 'is the way' events are connected
    to one another,

    Like the way glass is connected to water
    as the 'glass' 'of' 'water' is drunk down
    in the midst of the desert who helped create it.

    They arrive

    (The stories, the patter of a child's
    new-to-this-world feet
    running for the fairytale,
    running for dragons who appear
    and disappear,
    leaving a scale behind to weigh himself
    after the cease of each long sprint.

    This glowing great lizard's
    blinking off and on,
    for the sake of such chases,
    searches that keep Hydeandgoseek
    as the last name of a rich oil barren
    that no one ever meets,
    never greets,

    because he's tied himself to the
    end of a drilling rig's drill bit
    in order to circumnavigate his deep,
    narrow world
    as many times as possible
    before this world finishes its of him.)

    These arrivals;

    nearly ready for you
    to dream into them
    any story wanted
    and yet they too
    take something back with them,
    spinning it to weave the high opposite
    of lackluster luck,
    crocheting this into their existences,

    New spider webs built upon old silk fasteners,
    new spider webs built upon smashed coffee
    cups so to catch the emotion
    buzz-orbiting it,

    To esophagus-drain the yelling
    between such radiant,
    gloss black holy-pinchers,

    To process the disappointments
    at the tips
    of millions of years
    of arachnid evolution.

    They take something back with them.

    To give in what was given out of themselves,
    without altogether knowing how it is that 'they'
    are 'They' and a He & She can make a him or her
    all over again for the sake of a happening or
    happenstance,

    No planning on the 'parents' parts,
    and yet a significant 'part' in the Stage's ageless
    reciprocating quality nonetheless...

    While what the child really feels,
    (unbeknown to the mirage's so-careful-oasis built)
    goes alongside him
    deep into such jungles as these,
    'As these'?

    Imagine the jungle who keeps your heart beat
    sacredly by the fire's side,
    neither a warring thumping
    or a celebration's promise of an end...








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