Free verse № 45521
Theory Of Anything
The wind carries it's knives
hidden in the folded spaces
of a mathematician's
9-dimensional dream.
Meticulously it uses them
to carve endlessly exquisite crystals
from the great ice realms of the sky;
beautiful and unique they inevitably fall.
Snow,
like the rest of the world,
is an illusion,
but this is irrelevant.
The important thing
is to cut the right wire
when defusing the time-bomb
of inherited misperceptions
before the imploding mass
of our own ignorance
robs us forever
of any true sense
of its ethereal beauty.
2 comments
anyway, i like it. but i think the strongest part is
"The important thing
is to cut the right wire
when defusing the time-bomb".
but then, i also think that that's a separate poem. the ideas aren't melded enough for me, in this poem's current state. hope that helps.
Thanks for the comments, honest critique is always welcome.
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