[Poem] Zeitgeber, 10.01.04
Zeitgeber
[an environmental agent or event (as the occurrence of light or dark)
that provides the stimulus setting or resetting a biological clock of
an organism]
You are an open flame to the wind
growing brighter in the darkening hour.
Blush at the compliment your wick has left you
to fight the forces of blind defiance
with only the strength of your true light.
Burn until there’s nothing left to burn but desire.
Sparkle until your particles re-ignite the stars.
You are an open book set on fire
sending up smoke signals of eternal knowledge
so all mankind may finally understand.
You transcend your ascension of rising heat
to lay waste to the paper trails of history.
Truth is ashes to your touch.
Loves are born again in your arms.
You are an open window to untamed ghosts
of lingering memory who ride ripples frozen
in ice shelves of lost tears.
You are an open armory surrendering your weapons
to the grave beds of peace.
We all long to be flowers growing in vacant cemeteries;
to leave footprints on the moon with our wandering thoughts;
to be the one thumbprint on the portrait of immaculate facelessness.
The angelic gargoyles of sand castle kingdoms
are the paradigm of our sleepwalking epiphanies.
You are the barrier between the mind and hot coals.
You are an open crater of lava
under a blanket of fallen snow
but its you who melts
and evaporates
and returns again
as snow.
