Dimensionality Collapse
by Debashish Haar — Read all 156 poems by Debashish Haar
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Each night an innocent moon walks down
to drink from a lake.
Each night it dies, crossing
the whirlpool of its shades.
At dawn, when the lake disappears,
sand and wind meet
to ration Sun’s rage-broken sip.
And then the wind sculpts a mountain
with trees, streams and fountain;
and sand sculpts the wind
as water flows upstream.
The mountain is an Escher
with trees, monkeys and birds.
Wind’s the master of this circus.
'Walks, dies, disappears', all pertinent to dimensional relativity...
Ah, but what comes next? Wind 'sculpts', like an artist, 'sand flows upstream', like a creator. Escher 'rebuilds' monumental perceptions, like a divine human, like a god.
Wind is Time.
With respect,
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Very rich imagery and contents made this an intriguing and striking piece.
I enjoyed the reading of "Dimensionality Collapse".
I salute You, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Regis
It took my breath away, like the wind does when it's strong;-)
Superb poem Calvin...
Eileen
Love Tinka
Take care,
Sherry
srong visuals
john+