Copyright © 2009 Ernest Bloom.
And had you been here, you
would have known; you
would have understood as
no one else can, what
miraculous days are these
we inhabit, my brother. We
inhabit. . . .but you are
engraved on the holographic
substance of spacetime, the
groovy-groove where the
diamond needle cut your
presence indelibly. And I
feel you out there, and I
know you're watching,
listening, hearing, and
understanding like the others
who just can't or don't or
won't. Ah, why didn't you
stick around a little while
longer to see how more of the
show turns out?
engraved on the holographic substance of spacetime- that's a curious phrase. The brother lives in the speaker's memory perhaps, thus is carried on and on throughout all of the speaker's life, throughout time and space. Or maybe it's just a reference to time being just another dimension with a little dash of determinism. When you finish with the reference to a show(which is a touching end to be sure) I couldn't help but think 'Big Brother'.
ReplyDelete"And I feel you out there." Oh my God. I think my heart just caved in. The angst in this line is so moving. Whoa. I adore this poem. I just keep reading it over and over again. It never loses its appeal. :D
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