Poem: Eyes
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ceitfiannaEyes
By Rae Armantrout
After John Milton
Our light is never spent.
Is spent.
Thus have we scooped out
maceration reservoirs.
We will blaze forth
what remains
as pixels.
Great angels
fly at our behest
between towers,
along axons and dendrites,
so that things stand
as they stand
in the recruited present.
Source: Poetry (June 2009).
from Poetry Foundation.
I have other things on my mind to do with work as I keep putting myself out there, but for now I'm just going to add my next right on the nose horoscope from Uncle Rob.
By Rae Armantrout
After John Milton
Our light is never spent.
Is spent.
Thus have we scooped out
maceration reservoirs.
We will blaze forth
what remains
as pixels.
Great angels
fly at our behest
between towers,
along axons and dendrites,
so that things stand
as they stand
in the recruited present.
Source: Poetry (June 2009).
from Poetry Foundation.
I have other things on my mind to do with work as I keep putting myself out there, but for now I'm just going to add my next right on the nose horoscope from Uncle Rob.
GEMINI (May 21-June 20): Ray LaMontagne sings these lyrics in his tune
"Empty": "I looked my demons in the eyes. Laid bare my chest and said,
'Do your best to destroy me. I've been to hell and back so many times, I
must admit you kind of bore me.'" I wouldn't be opposed to you
delivering a message like that to your own demons, Gemini -- with one
caveat: Leave out the "Do your best to destroy me" part. Simply peer
into the glazed gaze of those shabby demons and say, "You bore me and
I'm done with you. Bye-bye." And then walk away from them for good.