Sunday, July 25, 2010

Apocalypse - by Norman Cohan.

  Norman's poems fascinate me.  They are coded....so look beneath the surface.


Ominous tones of psychosocial stress
Hasten a catharsis in consciousness
To carry culture athwart the chasm
A kindling ignites an inkling a spur
As purgatives and paradigms concur
In this time of parenthesis - Atone
Shockwaves are swelling the marginal zone
A luminous rush ineffably slips
Across the epoch of Apocalypse
This crisis point with miracles gifted
Is swiftly into epiphanies lifted
       One the road a godsend a prod a goad
       To go into godhood and then explode

Image by Artist Alex Grey
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