Christopher Seth

A Pure Cold Light

When from
where from
there from
touch the tinkeling
best be asleep by nightfall
hands collected in
innocent prayer
the ordeal
stopped for a moments moment
expanding itself
headlong
if grey allowed my head
to slip about giddily
into the positive
free choice veil
callow ear piercing
groan of indignation
how could the big bang
orchestrate similar breaths
to boil over unconditionally
I want to deny it
I want to deny it
and said and done
applied to some
others in a bracket
set up to be spoiled
does pulled apart
continue to
vice scope on end?
or end does it
in vipers teeth driven?
boquet of roses
frown furiously
on thy threadbare surroundings
and give a new breath
place and sanctimony
riddled apart
yet kept current
under current washing

{Poem by Christopher Seth}