Demonic Words (unfinished old poem that feels good as it is)

[busker]

Demonic Words


There is evidence,
agreement.
The last word, the final peace,
kingdom come. 
Silence.
And there's more . . .

All talk is further evidence,
alien amulets and mugwort,
snails with agenda,
fresh amalgams. 

Earth is full of forms,
poems and new imaginings.
A path for every direction,
djinn in a soda pop. 
Never, never full.

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essays or blog 
to see what the hero has to say of
sets of sporty, superstitious
oppositions. 
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a lax spat of nova,
this mire of continuity,
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dysphoria of attraction,
to say,
when all is accepted as light,
the moth must settle for something.

I'm not a big fan of stream of consciousness verse, of half formed, inchoate thoughts that aren't clear sentences to be put into an instruction manual, say.
But there's a richness of meaning in such meandering if done well, and this poem has some good examples of that.

All talk is further evidence,

alien amulets and mugwort,
snails with agenda,

seems to be saying something smart, but it isn't. It's just mood setting.

when all is accepted as light,
the moth must settle for something.

is similarly faux-insightful.
I don't mean that as an insult. Poetry is, after all, more than just a primer on German debt owed by the Greeks.

There is merit in painting a picture, and this one does it in quite a few areas. Certainly worth completing.