The sparkle darkle
Of your pithy seventh level
Apparent in deep
Onyx oracle hexes
Vexing early morning REM
Hastening my crawl from
Fetal mass to stiff corpse---
Those were black pearls
That were her eyes
Formed of volcanic
Sand from South Pacific
Atolls green and tropical
In the Shanghai of my vision
Exotic in perpetuity like
Wind blown glass captured
By rainbow rings of Saturn---
My rant rains cool
Potable star dust down
On the deaf and blind
Quenching a thirst as yet
Undefined
Quelling this outburst of my mind
for a time with rhyme
not mine
but belongs to the Universal
At large in charge of my anonymity---
I am no one.
I am everyone.
I have lived.
I will die.
I will not come again.
Mark D. Ransom
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