Chorus of Horns

The silence was a movement

A grand gesture of the moon

To implant the shadows’ womb

We might hide on an eternity

We drove our inspirations to the edge of the cliff

In an eclipse of spirit

And scattered to the sea

Sinking our teeth into the anchors of watery valleys

My heart was glass in her refrain

So that each beat threatened to shatter it

Threatened to cast shadows

On the colors bathed in light

Paled in her refrain

The hesitation to embrace new life

’Las I would we emerge close to resonance

I would have our eyes tied to our manes
Us unicorns

Might we never turn our heads

On that which gives us inspiration

That which gives us birth and a name

We sat quite tense

In the chorus of horns

Moaning of the exorbitance

Consequential to indulging our attentions

In the circles of thought

Which ran bereft the straight shots of reason

Formed lines to order and temper our celebration

I had let the banks of the river give us pause

In a measure of endurance

And discovered a great pit in my gut

That had grown weary of the beautiful sadness

For all its embodiment of evil

In the caws of have nots

The financial district is quiet at night

Empty

An intellectual bankruptcy

Wherein dancing had become a dream

I dreamt of rouge and shadows

I dreamt of whirlwinds in the stars stirring of dawn

Imagine if thy life was like a hurricane

And when the great machine takes a breath

The vultures come out

Subsisting of the shadows

Only distracted into the light by lust

An apocalyptic solitude festering where waves

Of the intellect are bound

The storm had demystified the straight lines

Our course however meandering was more apparent now

We learned to hug the curves

Embrace

The white vultures at last showing themselves

Full frontal nudity

O but,

See they are always out

They just shine in the darkness

Holograms flickering of their resonance

To pay respect their commitment to the ceremony


Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com