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Dean Pasch ©2022
Chasing the Muse
Raging at an uncommon pace eons accelerating through the stars little bright spot in the immensity traces the sign of what it may become a line disappearing in a soft vibration. Fleeing to escape modern history it may never be seen but as a memory shiny speckle into the depth of an abyss made of eternity and absent souls. The poet squints to fix the moment and imagine the words it may have spoken echoing for all to hear the dying symphony. Perhaps it will return with the new dawn looking for a mate to grow in harmony. For yet it seeks a rebirth in a hostile sphere.
In the Soul
Some join in the deep of secret hours behind curtains thick with lies truth does not know the way in when they share ultimate fancies. When dawn comes they will part ways rushing onto a path into other tragedies after a night to decades of illusions they pretended to believe in eternity. Shells will survive into their world upon streets of stench and dark asphalt where they will smile again with faith that no one will scent their death. Strange liquid like putrescent molasses ooze from those living corpses enveloped by a cloud of love as they like to make it known on the rooftops. I would rather walk by her side Safe, surrounded by her aura with a touch of her soul upon my breath inhaling her being through every pore.
Rolls Royce and Little Yachts
Dressed in a bright gown feet in golden stilettos she stirs the Lamborghini to a halt near the Cartier store where she will splurge. Not far behind her the smoke of a city fallen to the greed of the would-be gods a low cloud hovers thick as muck heavy with the weight of infinite miseries The tuxedo waiting for her, too dreams of helicopters and private jets lounging on the acres of his vast greens one step closer to vast fortunes. Descendant of royalty long forgotten little, wrinkled by endless suns alone in the dingy room she cleans mansions and castles large as her city. In thousand-dollar Hawaiian suits others bask on the beach of their own islands fake hair and skin made of silicon they also go to the tomb… in million dollar outfits.
©2022 Fabrice Poussin
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Fabrice Poussin…
…is the advisor for The Chimes, the Shorter University award winning poetry and arts publication. His writing and photography have been published in print, including Kestrel, Symposium, La Pensee Universelle, Paris, and other art and literature magazines in the United States and abroad. Most recently, his collection In Absentia, was published in August 2021 with Silver Bow Publishing.
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