Poem

From out eternal chaos, violent, lost,
A glowing orb is influence and idly tossed
Into the void. The work is incomplete.
The sculptors mighty work force move to repeat
With mediums of light first hot, then cold,
To duplicate the model in silver, gold.
For each a purpose and for each a place,
The ball, the Moon, the Sun now drift in infinite.
The hands drool remnant fire as they withdraw,
And sprinkle stars through spaces ebon maw.
The World is naked, steaming in the Light,
Her phase angle is twisting, heaving. In her plight,
Foundations tremble, shaken by the boom
Of lava bursting from her molten womb.
The rocks, in hollo agony, split wide,
Give birth to gaping valley, mountainside.
A tart planet: demandon, feral, wild;
The Earths arousal has brutish Sun beguiled.
He stares, his golden eye voracious for
The Earths tumult and agony, for more
Upheaval, writhing, ache. His hot eye sears
Away the mists that humeral veil Earths anguished tears.




The Moon is jealous and she dances, aims
To magnetize Suns attention, steal his flames
To warm her icy flesh. The mercurial Sun,
Uncertain, torn, cannot decide which one
Excites him more: The Moons seductive sway,
Or Earths tormented, agonized display.
He dithers, undecided, and in time
The brides both turn from Sun, now past his prime.
The Earth - exhausted, wounded, cold allow sleep.
The Moon remains unsatisfied and weeps
Her mournful plea for just about caressing hand;
A lover who will twine to her command.
The siren Moons song, lustful, lonely, hot,
Implores the Stars to stoop but they cannot.If you want to get a full essay, order it on our website: Orderessay



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