Flowers Of The Sun & Moon
On earth heavenly things
In a terrestrial state
Flowers of the sun & moon
Old Proclus says that
It’s within the power
Of every plant to sing
Forming a procession
Within the limits of their power
Behind the torches of the universe
Art doesn’t kill as fast as science
Venus transits the sun
The moon is its own eclipse
Lacking an organ of speed
There is no speed absolute
Set out for work in the relative
Of cars & other people’s roads
Then behind you is a poem.
© 2012 Rob Schackne
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