Poetry C. Dylan Bassett — July 5, 2011 13:19 — 0 Comments
A Prayer – C. Dylan Bassett
The place of rainfall piddle-paddle is a long-addled riddle.
A mouse unsettling, dabbling among crumbs on the thin-floored cupboard.
One world above ours, another below:
Confined to mine, I pine myself to say grace over everything.
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What am I?
Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies
Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;
Scientists can't find me.
Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—
Remind me:
The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…
Tick, Tock: Divine me.
-- Richard Kenney
