A space for Faust
Dark
quantum is a service to needs.
It plays
the part we will in broken hours afield
as we sit
and watch shards fall down—
tears to
replenish scene
purpose
unfolds
on a stage
jocund.
But the
reverie does not command
nor its
love surround in
perched
reams
universe
brings down.
There’s
only gallows copses bleed of
under
stars’ peals angst forgot
in a
kingdom’s retort:
blacked
holes that saw
no reason
to bother
we lie with
this feel
for our pleas.
The spectral collection
The heart
in bloom
formed
grievance against
trophied
minds laid flat
from boredoms
that tested
gestures
soft to touch.
It was just
this
Time
introduced us
its silence
clung to
undaunted
in love.
Now the
timber-rinse
rains on a
cottage
ruined of
those
feelings overcome.
Its auspice
swirls remnants
loneliness
shapes
from darkness
stripped
of truths
undone
when memory
excites them
these
ghosts of machines
their
world’s production.
Andrew Cyril Macdonald considers the role of inter-subjectivity in the poetics of encounter. He celebrates the confrontations between self and other and the challenge that occurs in the fomenting of identity and independence in the contexts of relationship, space and locale. You can find his work in such places as A Long Story Short, Blaze VOX, Cavity Magazine, Down in the Dirt, Green Ink Poetry, Mineral Lit Mag, ODD Magazine, Synchronized Chaos, Thorn, Unique Poetry Journal and others. When not writing he is busy caring for seven rescued cats and teaching a next generation of poets.
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