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Sleet Parade

"Preceding the future is a strange and hybrid interregnum that might be called the last gasp of the past"- Gilbert Adair


I want you to feel this
To look around and mutter
"Yes, now I understand".

I want you to stop
Just for but a moment
And take a guess

I want you to gamble
On what you don't have
And be surprised to see nothing

I want you to know what it's like
To look at the dark and see stars,
To see a hole in the looking glass.

I want you to decide,
To be firm and forceful
To smash fast and head first

I want you to whistle,
Summon something immortal,
Something to uphold

I want you to realise
While you still have it,
Before bitterness wholly diseases


My arm is not your crutch,
So recede and writhe
Find something that won't bite

Walk away now
Find another bag of dirt
A nightingale to chirp as you like
And now?
What's next Lazarus?
Got any truth to tell?

The next display is what?
A cornerful of seed?
Got any plates handy?-

I'd like to do some spinning
A change from leapfrog,
From running hard and fast

Into walls of moss and bracken
Roofs of molten lead.
Why are you turning the tap?

I don't want you to see this
Too late for you to pretend
So catch a ride on your coat-tails
And your umbrella will distend.

Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2007-01-09 at 06:51

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Zachary P. B.
there's more to it than that, i think...

excellent write, caila. you always captivate me - z.