Thursday, July 29, 2010

from Symphony no. 2 || Ric Carfagna

- 6 -

Isolate this thought

in rooms which face north

the intuitive tessellations

reflecting what is forgotten

how the willow bends

the summer wind

the brief image

to swallow the blackness

the stalking periphery

entombing desolation

within the granite cavity

amber light

through the crow’s wing

a jade cliff at dawn

a precipice

of broken bones

beneath a road

shattered to glass

a bleeding sage

a rose thicket

cloistering the skylark’s trill

a grey moon

as distant

as a serrated bell tone’s


ambient stillness

throughout a house

a madman lies

dreaming of sleep

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