Oh, patterns
More beautiful than the moon
Caressing the inside of my mind
Colors rotating orange and pink
Color gears click-clicking, manufacturing God
Sleep, little gargoyle
Dreaming of worlds
Sleep 'til the stars all make sense
Oh, story
More shocking than fish
Dismantling the heaven that breathes
Oceans of eyeballs, azure and black,
Ocean that smothers my fear
Sleep, little gargoyle
Dreaming of worlds
Sleep 'til the stars all make sense
Oh, machine
More complex than memory
Rotating showers of knowledge
I outrun the madmen
I outrun the madmen on all fours
Sleep, little gargoyle
Dreaming of worlds
Sleep 'til the stars all make sense
BEFORE DARKNESS FALLS Retails for 14.95 / but you can have it now for only 11.95 This is a book of poetry and prose that deals with real life issues that all of mankind comes to face. Some of the poems deal with the tenderness of love, while others s
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
"Sleep 'til the stars all make sense"