Sunday, August 30, 2015

Do I love you, Science

The Beginning of Science


Long before Saint Patrick,

leather-footed musicians

would keyhole dawn

to catch the sun in ice candles.


They played those flames on strings,

their spikes of sound,

for children’s whistling eyes and lunatics,

who, in their distance, danced.


Fire caged in ice, ice in their hand;

music lit from within;

ambition began;

separation became a beauty.

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