The Impossible Machine
LEARNING, FIRST SUMMIT: An Abbreviated Poem
ABBREVIATED POEM:
D, D, D, D
D, G, Y, G
E, E,
W, N, N, K,
N, M, T, M,
E, S, E, S,
E, E, M, E,
R, R,
T, R, N, S, H, S,
D, D, D, D,
ORIGINAL TEXT:
When the sun was rose I tarried
when the sky was plush I stood
when the land grew grown and buried
I left it understood
By lust and luck I loitered
I cast away my string
I sat and drank the beauty
till I drank away the spring
I crowned the least portune
looking through to where
the darkness drew
on something past mention
crafted of illusion
or nothing but the look
I stood and met those many men
and all that dropped beside them
I footed hills and took the light
until my finis mortem
I traded names and measured time
and came into my final pangs
and there let loose
the wail of fallen kings
A life is less of measure
than some will ever dare
the light is nothing but a whim;
keep still to know what's there
When silence crooks around my ear
and stars trick on the water
I dream to think in all the heat
a cool will ever wither
wander here and there and then
upon my final pangs
renew the light in all its brash
circuit of misdealings
Until I choose I find
Until I make I mend
Until I go I am carried
While I die I am dead
D, D, D, D
D, G, Y, G
E, E,
W, N, N, K,
N, M, T, M,
E, S, E, S,
E, E, M, E,
R, R,
T, R, N, S, H, S,
D, D, D, D,
ORIGINAL TEXT:
When the sun was rose I tarried
when the sky was plush I stood
when the land grew grown and buried
I left it understood
By lust and luck I loitered
I cast away my string
I sat and drank the beauty
till I drank away the spring
I crowned the least portune
looking through to where
the darkness drew
on something past mention
crafted of illusion
or nothing but the look
I stood and met those many men
and all that dropped beside them
I footed hills and took the light
until my finis mortem
I traded names and measured time
and came into my final pangs
and there let loose
the wail of fallen kings
A life is less of measure
than some will ever dare
the light is nothing but a whim;
keep still to know what's there
When silence crooks around my ear
and stars trick on the water
I dream to think in all the heat
a cool will ever wither
wander here and there and then
upon my final pangs
renew the light in all its brash
circuit of misdealings
Until I choose I find
Until I make I mend
Until I go I am carried
While I die I am dead
Poems are
copyright 2001-2007
Nathan Coppedge
(pen name
Eucaleh Terrapin)
copyright 2001-2007
Nathan Coppedge
(pen name
Eucaleh Terrapin)
