Another Mexican Fairy Tale
by Peter S Gardner
Monday, June 13, 2005
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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I bathe my head in the cool blue fire,
Then turn slowly, contemplatively
To look at the bands of brilliance
Encircling the sun.
I curl like a reptile under its heat.
Corrode my cold armor.
Let my bones bake in their bare arrangement,
Their heiroglyphic language exposed
To the oracles telling my future,
And the paleontologists perusing my past.
I want to leave an impressed fossil
On the surface of the sand,
To vex the evolutionists:
An oversized braincase,
Tail coiling like one band of brilliance,
And evidence of the presence of gills.
I fly , I think, I drift through the
Huge chambers of the tropical sea,
And I consider time to be
A fluid chaos expanding geometrically
From an infinite point of origin,
That makes every moment in every place
The center of the universe.
Tell me not that I cannot travel very far and long
Through the leaf fractured stars with but one step.
THE PRESENCE OF ETERNAL access is
Why I leave my bones in the sand,
Nearer to older granite cities than my own.
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|Reviewed by Aberjhani
|An exquisite suffusion of impressionistic imagery, historical depth, and spiritual vision animated by the flow of lucid consciousness fully at home in that multiplicity of dimensions known as Eternity. With ANOTHER MEXICAN FAIRY TALE you further refine, define, and extend your chosen literary mission. How much of the world is ready to accept what you have to offer may be questionable. That you are compelled, by the passsions of your genius and the sincerity of your soul, to continue, is not. A totally brilliant write.
|Reviewed by Sue Hess
|this was very interesting|