Monday, January 10, 2005

Oneiric 1 (The Moon Lantern)


Its paper skin, so tense and fragile,
holds the sublime power of unnatural
paleness.

The cold light from its
miniature heart whispers ultrasound
lullabies.

Round, it hangs from a
shelf, in still loneliness.

A moon lantern in the dark:

nothing but a half-sleep snapshot
in vivid haziness, a subliminal
message from dormant

realities.

A smooth and ghastly sphere,
it reigns through inexpressive eyes.
It smiles a red crayon line, in
paralyzed reassurance.

At once,
it cradles me
in incense-flavored
eeriness.

It's inanimate flattery through
my permeable brain;
and it keeps me enslaved,
voiceless,
and void-bound.

It's a countdown to innocence
as time rewinds its tape;

and a purple wave envelops me...

And I don't mind.


Copyright © 2005 Anna Piutti

,,,,subconscious,,,lantern,