David William Perry. Scientific Coughs and Sneezes

In a world of broken machines,
I always tried to bring myself with me
Yet, the day arrived when time ended.
As mother remembered in her intelligence bubbles
– Somewhere amid dimmed endocrine signals
Wherein ontology became inter-dimensional.
Although it always had been, according to Cosimo.
Anyway, these bejewelled heroes
Never lingered in their lofty, silent, towers
Like Hebbel’s philosophical godson
A perpetually drunken man at Viennese parties 

Who misrepresented sparks of Spirit
Spread similarly to every flower Prince
In spacetime confections, or in creamed coffee.
Oh, Eagle of Ages, pray for me as a fulfilment
Of my own blessed firmament.
One day nearby and always true.

 

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