Can you hear this sound through the thick
do you sense the tremor of a dying soul
may you be able to read upon the waves
as you sing onto the walls of the cosmos?
I know the growing fire deep within
as you rest in the sleep of the weary
your breast bound in the eternal expanse
unaware of the infinite quakes.
I call to your essence in all seasons
knowing no day nor night
in this great realm you call home
a mere longing to fulfill in your chest.
Imagine the next turn of the universe
when the glow of this energy mine
will gently come to rest with yours
words will become silent and all will be well.
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Lead Sea
A place of oblivion like no other
offers infinite dreams to a fiery dusk.
Deeper than the known summits
it sleeps in the eternal darkness of an abyss.
Owner of unfathomable secrets
it gently rolls with the force of hurricanes.
So heavy it might reduce a world to dust
sculpt a statue caring as Athena.
Fluid with the deaths of beloved ashes
full of adventurous ghosts it lives
Substance of floods in underground quakes
nothing will slow its course to eternity.
Thick as may be the dark matter of all beginnings
it carries with it the terrifying motion of profound endings.
MEET THE AUTHOR:
FABRICE POUSSIN teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and many other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review as well as other publications.
