Anthony DiMichele
In The Beginning
In the beginning
it makes your hands glow
coldsnap's whipcrack
cranked up drumfire
gliding on air
blowing trumpets of ice
orange poppies spray out of rock
fishes fly out of the sound like a jail break
our voices
together at last
singing: this must be the end of the world
while the light
at once in all
struck through our bodies
History's absurdities
we called off the past
whistling through smoke from behind our
numb masks
for the everlasting silence
with our livid night blue sleep on earth
longing for life emergencies
in a carnal embrace
we were becoming
the furious planet
the exiles
the rainbow
all the prisons dissolved in our minds
we dreamed we were freed from time
laughing
praising
a necklace of rain
the haunted violin
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