Insect, why do I feel that that is how poetry should be written. Magical and
musical . I can hear the strange echoes of the deeps and see the filmy
uncertain pulse of strange shapes.
Cracking bloody read!!!
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From: "grasshopper" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Sunday, February 10, 2002 9:00 PM
Subject: New Sub:Hyperpoem: Atlantis
> This is the second poem I've written using this line from Prufrock:
> "We have lingered in the chambers of the sea"
> C & C welcomed
> Kind regards,
> grasshopper
>
>
> Atlantis
>
> We have lingered in the chambers
> of the sea and heard from far above
> reverberation of great storms,
> thud and thunder
> muffled by the mother brine.
> I couch with my close kindred
> in the rainbow coils of nautilus;
> curved in the marble maws of conch,
> we grow tentacles of will.
>
> We are moulding limbs and weapons
> wiith your old abandoned metal,
> with heavy poisons jettisoned,
> and the wanton waste of earth.
> Thoughtless lands have taught us
> to unshape and re-assemble,
> We repair the ancient temples,
> resurrecting shattered towers:
> we have re-turreted Atlantis.
>
> Scrape us with your greedy trawl-nets,
> sound us with your subtle sensors,
> we will keep our secrets still.
> Here in the liquid caverns
> where life first burst-bubbled,
> slowly, deeply, we are transforming time.
> While you hasten to conclusion,
> we are moving to beginning;
> while you scramble to your finish,
> we are building into birth.
>
> grasshopper
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