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AT ONE WITH THE DRIVE By Quentin Smith
Sunlight in stillness.
Then the rocket molten-light
Crashes the trees.
Waiting stars of night
How close we come,
A pour of golden eyes! – The sun
Dies and is gone, first
Plunge of the great cycle
I cannot fathom.
Sheen of curtain
Catches the last
Pale glow –
Blood-line down the wall,
Black shadows.
The spaces
Careening back from the horizon
Throw me to the sky,
Hands, limbs from my shoulders,
Star-brained, I uplift
New walls, floor shaking,
Ceilingless . . .
I break on darkness,
Oceans of nothing . . .
The clocks face
Hurls to silence.
And my head
Explodes
In a flash of light streaking
Skywards, in the blinding dive
Through the black
Throat, to the roaring universe.
Written 1973.. |