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thesaurus-wrex:

Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead
Hey, who turned off the lights?—
In the splash of a soundless gong, livingness dipsinto a life aquatic, excavating ruins of archivesfrom sirened shipwrecks and buccaneers blunderbussing, fussing over
who owns the seas. Only here, it is realized everythingwashed up, superposed, collected together in a whirlwindhunkers together like damp firewood. Would you have guessedthis? The sundials of shadows rest their case
in the deep. Scuba helmets pile on top of anotherto respect who has fallen, who has been forgotten, who stillhide in Plato’s allegory of the cave, too damn deadto stain sunken eyes colors of brilliant sunbeams broken
into prismatic hues. Wishing to kiss the moon on a stick once again,an ocean bed blooms a pied pointillism of shrinesfor the next dreamer to pass by, sit down, and receive wisdom
from those felled to gravity’s crux—old souls curledin husks. Stray from LCD light allure—St. Peter guards no gates
here: an angler fish lockjaw drops on an endless path.
-RY
Artwork: "Sleeping with Ghosts," a part of the "Underwater" series by Aleksey Litvishkov, 2013, digital art

thesaurus-wrex:

Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead

Hey, who turned off the lights?—

In the splash of a soundless gong, livingness dips
into a life aquatic, excavating ruins of archives
from sirened shipwrecks and buccaneers blunderbussing, fussing over

who owns the seas. Only here, it is realized everything
washed up, superposed, collected together in a whirlwind
hunkers together like damp firewood. Would you have guessed
this? The sundials of shadows rest their case

in the deep. Scuba helmets pile on top of another
to respect who has fallen, who has been forgotten, who still
hide in Plato’s allegory of the cave, too damn dead
to stain sunken eyes colors of brilliant sunbeams broken

into prismatic hues. Wishing to kiss the moon on a stick once again,
an ocean bed blooms a pied pointillism of shrines
for the next dreamer to pass by, sit down, and receive wisdom

from those felled to gravity’s crux—old souls curled
in husks. Stray from LCD light allure—St. Peter guards no gates

here: an angler fish lockjaw drops on an endless path.

-RY

Artwork: "Sleeping with Ghosts," a part of the "Underwater" series by Aleksey Litvishkov, 2013, digital art