Thursday, October 11, 2007

Sonnet #25


The quarry-mouth, so gorgeous I could cry!
With slip for skin and sediment for bones
Carved out to make way for the tunnel's moans,
So statuesque, gray, sharp, and proud!, veins neigh!

The artery then bleeds out to the trail -
An arching sky-way beige and pivoting
That leads the eye towards sight to revel in -
A city sprawling under heaven's veil!

Black clouds adorn the mountain man hath made
And drape themselves all thick over the lights
That twinkle darkly in the sheepish night
Whilst sky is punctured upward by steel blades!

God's hand and hand of man chiseled from stone
This world made flesh: awakened, perfect, One!

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