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Usurper Kings
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- BookBaby
- Pubblicato:
- Mar 17, 2014
- ISBN:
- 9780992118860
- Formato:
- Libro
Descrizione
Available in all the popular digital formats, Usurper Kings awaits its initial print run in Spring/Summer 2014.
About Sapha:
Sapha Burnell is the product of a Norwegian fascination with the mutable world and a West Coast Canadian sense of progressive Gender Role interpretation. Born as the Berlin Wall fell down, she’s a product of the post-modern world and views the cosmos through the lense of the perpetual grey of the new relativity school. She lives in Vancouver, Canada and hops from cafe to cafe to connect with the lion’s share of personality variety.
Informazioni sul libro
Usurper Kings
Descrizione
Available in all the popular digital formats, Usurper Kings awaits its initial print run in Spring/Summer 2014.
About Sapha:
Sapha Burnell is the product of a Norwegian fascination with the mutable world and a West Coast Canadian sense of progressive Gender Role interpretation. Born as the Berlin Wall fell down, she’s a product of the post-modern world and views the cosmos through the lense of the perpetual grey of the new relativity school. She lives in Vancouver, Canada and hops from cafe to cafe to connect with the lion’s share of personality variety.
- Editore:
- BookBaby
- Pubblicato:
- Mar 17, 2014
- ISBN:
- 9780992118860
- Formato:
- Libro
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Usurper Kings - Sapha Burnell
arms.
Generosus
Agnus Dei, dona nobis pacem
Lamb of God, grant us peace
Grant men the grace of a thousand angels
To their pleas the supplication to fill giants.
Grant to them mercy, the gold of smooth waters
And the calm stride of stalwart stars.
Agnus Dei, not et mutamur
Lamb of God, we are changing
To their perspirations grant reward eternal
Raise their tolerance above the patience of peoples.
Agnus Dei, qui tacet consentit
Lamb of God, silence implies consent
Like great kings, may they dance
May withered women laugh at their youth.
Agnus Dei
Lamb of God
In the beginning, let there be light.
Struck
Struck
Chords
Silent fifths
Ringing in sympathy
Of a lung-caving susceptibility
To crave affection.
Steal it from the air, there is none you see
From soft human hands or calloused masculine
fingers.
Frail images and cochlear reverberations
Play salvation from apathy in darker winters.
Sound becomes the wave emotions ride
To surf into memorial chemicals
Slit into the Pythagorean brain
To form ratios
Divides.
Crests and falls
Codes to defy,
when angel-song becomes cacophony
And steeples resound
With strikes
And fourths, firsts, fourths
Sympathetic fifths.
Silent fifths.
Chords struck.
Void
I am
For nothing is,
Permanent extinction
Universal introspection.
Solitude defined.
Enough?
No.
Negative.
False & wanting.
Hushabye, I sigh
Split in the middle of intent
To have and hold a conversation
With Myself and Other, I both ways.
Sever me at inconstant points,
Where light gleams in the circles of my eyes.
He/She eyes.
We eyes.
Manufacture a Trinity,
Trio grown to equal weight,
Ounce by ounce.
To midwife a universe in which to love.
Wellsprings
Particles condemned by gravity
Drag
Raining inward.
Downward,
Toward
Centre-ward
Spilling in causal chains of droplet pearls
Casting upon my miasmic skin.
I breathe upon it, the well springing
Aching upward from barren ground,
Dressing craters with sloshing waters:
Firmament to Firmament
I drift upon it, slick with the noisy, petulant particles
That fall
Splash
Weep
With joy
Being
Born.
The King
The Beggar in the street yells,
I am the heretic king!
He pushs at his eyelids with filthy palms
We have sight! We have eyes!
Lifting his milky gaze from pavement stones
Where is it? Go ye now! Go!
Stomping into the pedestrian flow, he pushes at the crowd.
Go despair! I have become our doom!
The mill walks on mumbling how tragic, how sad, how achingly sad.
Get the man help.
He may be harmless.
The universe will be reconciled!
A preacher-man stops and peers into the Beggar’s face,
Chilled at the peaceful clarity he saw at Church
Before the Sanctuary of God.
"The universe shall be reconciled to self-design!
I am the Master! I am the heretic king!"
The preacher shivers and pulls on his collar,
Hustling back to the Temple
To check if Jesus
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