Exercise Breaks.

I meant to add this to my previous post, but I figured it deserved its own little spot in Heretik-dom.

Composed it in 10 minutes, as a mental exercise... not my best work, but it was interesting to just write on the fly. enjoy.

Signals in the White Sky
by Fred Clavél
Sunday, March 1, 2009. 12:10 AM
-----------------------------------
Earthen fingernails envelop our chalky hold
I push you with the might of Erato...
With the love of a great artist,
I take you by a measure of your weak, aching heart
I am your stone.

I, Volcanic.
Bleeding through the tenuous life you know
The form of my breath
Evidences the raging war 'neath the brick
Of this very old open cage.

Dwellers in a black paradise
You and I, we dance
We sing.
We practice creation.
We birth things auroral and majestic.

And when we come to arms, to hands, to fingertips
We meet our finish
We wash away these memories.
We carry on ignoring one another.
We live to love another day.