"S I L E N T C A T A L E P T S" by Gary G. Ford


S I L E N T     C A T A L E P T S

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by Gary G. Ford

... as of Symphonia Antarctica
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They Say that Once the FROZEN Continent
Was Warm and Verdant with the Praise of Green,
And Flying in the Heavy Perfumed AIR of Yore,
Its Many Folds and Kinds of Life were on the Wing ...
And THESE one turn of time, do Hesitate, then Pass ...
Into the Freeze of Frigid Dreams ... forever last!!!!!

Dream ON O Dragonflies of Glories Done!

And Flitter in the Warmth of Air you left behind!

So Motionless now sit as AS SHADOWS
On the WINGS of TIME! ... in STONE!

And DREAM OF SUNLIGHT DAYS so long ago
When waiting for the Smaller Things
On WING to SEIZE And, Yes! - to CATCH! -
You Came to Rule the Expanse of FREEDOMS
Now you've lost!

THAT ONES WHICH LIVED IN JOY AND GRACE
THEN FELLED WERE CAUGHT AND HELD
BEFORE THE WHIRLING SWEEP
OF TIMELESS FOSSIL ROCK
IN STONY SPACE!

They Sleep but in their Ageless PAST
Now twitch and turn their Frozen MASKS
And dream upon their Times, long gone,
But go on then TO THIS:

The Ending of a Latter Age they See,
And You and I - WE NOT THEM - Will come
To learn the TRUTH that THEY NOW GRASP!

The Chugging Thunder of a Mighty Machine
      gone Madly WRONG,
A Vibration as of Mighty Wheels spun freely
      from their axles
      LOOMS ... ;

The WHOLE WORLD STUTTERS in this Spin,
To Rush at Frantic Speed, In Spatial
DIS-SO-LU-TI-ON even this noise will end!

INTO THE PIT OF HIERONYMUS BOSCH are we thus thrust? ...

Like Vultures waiting each their turn, devouring
What WAS LIFE and Making Bloody Rust
The Center of OUR Existence? ...

Before become A Patented History,
      Made to Stone,
Chain us Fixed in CONCRETE Forms,
      Ignoring all our dying Moans? ...

A Past so Beautifying, Still deserved ...
The Switch of AGES comes so fast!

And Future MINDs are whirled so dizzily about
IN WASTED HASTE ... They LOSE Their Place!

The Iridescent Winged ONE
is Pinned upon a Balsam TRAY,
And who are we to say they we have right to life?!

The Well Cleaned Museum GLASS will show it/us
AS Frozen Magic Caught of Still LIfe to The World!

AWAKE, YOU'LL BE AS INSECTS Pinned and ON DISPLAY!

The World is Chugging ON, and Y-O-U?! ...
Who Divinely ONCE UPON A DEVONIAN TIME
Flew before the Gracious Ferns
Now made to Buried Black of COAL
AND BURNED!????

Your Imprints Glow then go to Smoke!
YOUR FORM IS GONE!

A MONSTER's Hunger PANGS do rumble forth...

And MANy Machines of Might come to dig and play -
The DARKEST HOUR of our Inner Energy NEEDS is here!

TODAY the Earth will WARM,
But In the years to come
Our Civilized Pretensions
MUST CRUMBLE DOWN!

Omega has sounded a tone,
And Angels tune your Voices
As the Wailing Choir to be,
To Sing in surest beauty ON
THE DEATH OF MonkeyHuMANKIND!

That Death of Life and Mind once more
Will matter Not at All,

That Immortal Winds and Frozen Rock
Be free again to sing to song of fossil
Dragonflies and MAN's Fall!

They'll dream amid their stony slumber.
And Shiver Chill Dark Night Forever,
That Cast in Solid Stone, will try to
Mutter on their Grace that Long Ago
So fierce And beautiful
Had Sprung when life on Earth
Was in its Spring!

Still a few remaining stars do shine
within the Black of Sleeping MINDS
And all is as it would become
Forever ...

Amen!

Gary Gene Ford, 1946-2013, Calgary, Alberta

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