New Fangled Poeticus

Extremis Profundis


The stretch
Of internal diameters of the heart
Beyond the breaking point
Augmented by music


Not like the sea but like the space
Between the inside of your eyes
And what’s outside

Not like the sky but the line
Between extremes of grief
And apathy

As if you know the music will never end
Never crest
Never roil back on the other side

And it is death that does this and death
And near death and pain suffered
From watching that death unfold


The music goes blue blue like
The stretch of notes rising
Higher toward a believer’s heaven
Higher above a skeptic’s hometown



 — by Douglas Pinson

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