I got the idea for this poe-tree a while ago. Maybe over a year ago...from a Fellini movie titled "Amarcord" .
"Voglio una donna!"
At last, relief
from the burning sands turned glass beneath our feet
Weary, we shout from the treetops our undying heartache
Climbing ever higher
Guided by the gentle sound of thumping
Of lub dub
Lub dub
And
The occasional squish,
between finger tips
Eternally diverged in a yellow wood
Out on a limb to reach beyond the shoulders of giants
and their wildly flailing appendages
To pluck us as if grapes,
clung as if sloths
Barring entry into your Kingdom
Leap
Leap over
The moon
Bathing the bones of those who came before
in such ominous glow
To give voice to warnings from far down below
We leap, leap over the moon
With blind ears and deaf eyes
To reclaim what was stolen
when all was still in the House of Sleep
Restless now
Up in arms
The audacity…
Mistress of Seven Bells
with her hands
Fluidly
Touching nothing…
…yet touching everything.
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