Kit Kelen #914 - glass poem

914

glass poem 

 

at every knock you think will shatter

or open for a breeze

clear up for eternity

and sails in its own bottle

cipher

how often the eyes have been window

slippers of these as well

between the pages of it

formaldehyde and aspic

an invisible man wore this

it's in a museum

past more of the same

clouds with the out-of-context

or interstellar, in suspension

read this you otherworldly thing

here we are in such a wall of bricks

our silica tears

the pure stuff

and then a ripple

drink from it

you'll ring like a bell just then

(has pitch at a certain vibration

and so say we all)

sometimes a bird tells through

or biblical

swallow it ground with mince

and know the agonies of the eaten

a half year swimming in the poem

sometimes in a raindrop see

dance crystal of necessity

works survive this visible flow

centuries are there

ice sherds of Christmas hung to shine

pond patched see up from under

storm is nothing to us here

this is your jar in Tennessee

through darkly

glass questions float in the sky

still somehow a light shone in

the whole house powered up

a smoky smear of it, as ages

and under, come steaming

fogged spectacle

you'd never know

just when

the poem is served