| Traditional Forms | ||||||
| by Mike Monroe | ||||||
| The Juggernaut one night i found a vision on the lap of the universe... an image of a juggernaut with a gently graceful grin the greatest spawn of human thought with man made metal skin high above the ground it towered and cast its shadow down its mighty stomps of thunderous power quaked the ravaged ground inside its great gargantuan chest wooden floors were built where scores of wooden ladders rested uniformly tilted and diligently working legions occupied these ladders and tried to fix the juggernaut's blemishes using ancient tools of fossilized bones and in this dark and finite state these drones were satisfied content with their dull sheltered fates safe from the burning fires outside in the sunlight as the juggernaut stomped across the plain an eternal sea of grass its scathing eyes searched the terrain for errant minions passing everyone not born inside and everyone who had escaped ran without a place to hide across the spring landscape the juggernaut caught most of them and placed them safely in its chest it stomped on those who fled its hand leaving a flattened reddened mess until a foot more mighty than the juggernaut�s crushed it into a metal mass of shapelessness and all were content to be alive as they opened their eyes to the vast bright plain endlessly extending to the illusionary horizon where the plain and the sky are one and eternal and a single forever sounding note hums bright never fading or growing monotonous and an all encompassing light of warmth shines heated and odorless tasteless but sustaining and brilliant... Back to Index E-mail the Poet |
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