the gods i, the gods ii, the gods iii, the gods iv, the gods v, the gods vi, the gods vii, the gods viii, the gods ix, the gods x, the gods xi, the gods xii
the gods ix by Donald Kuspit
you too were broken
on the rack of wonder,
the passing of it all
into the problematic,
the noble dissolved
in the trivial,
the sky crushed
by its own emptiness.
temples no longer
live in the clouds,
breathing the mist
of my longing,
the truth no longer
pours from the cornucopia
of consciousness,
eyes no longer lift themselves
in devotion,
their wisdom the empty stare
of the eyeless statue.
you have worn out
your welcome in the world,
but you are always
welcome in my world
of words,
which like you
will only be remembered
by strangers
terrorized by the final silence.
Poetry
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the gods ix by Donald Kuspit
