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[Antman]

as a child, i glanced
into the flame.
without detriment
of expectation, i
marvelled at the dancers
that are now
so unwilling to be found.

wherein what light
did i pause, as child,
breaking in moment
between dream and day,
finding myself
so unlike
the shadows there?

how removed am i,
now from then,
that i have become
a relentless dancer
ever breaking
to be free,
drifting ever deeper
into the flame?

[Antman]

please, catch me
before i hide.
this day, i fear,
has come to pass,
and something of
myself
was left behind -
a shadow on the wall.

there is, i think,
a purpose
for the madness,
a way to reason
this breech
of mediocrity,
some oil
to calm the water.

consolation from
constellations
notwithstanding,
i fear the night.
creatures.

[Antman]

i look her way, westward,
setting sun to rain purple
clouds surrendered, shadows
seeping in, see the night
from orange daylight fade

brush of whispers, some birds
fall, breaking into flight,
grey leaps of faith in this
twilight lost, kissing sky
where constellations form

blue moon, circus stars,
honeysuckle drifting
from the vine, memory
echos away in splashes
of sweet recall

her promise here revealed,
i might, through my senses
woven, choose to keep
and ever hide so well,
this moment as tapestry

[Antman]

wrong was never done,
no paths did he cross.
he was born an insect,
a crawler of the earth.

his life was base,
one filth and grime.
he never laughed,
yet he never cried.

to the world,
he left nothing;
to his wife,
he left his child.
but to his
executioner,
he left a dirty shoe.

[Antman]

must i breathe when nothing
to dream remains, live
to spite this endless night,
your touch long faded

might i assume repose,
bequeath all burden
to lesser gods, let loose
the ravelling thread

would i feign dull surprise
at reason's fate, fear
nothing to imagine,
find some comfort there

remember me as then,
no promise withheld,
i saw the last moment
something beautiful

[Antman]

G-d has a way of making,
she reminds herself
and assigns detail

having taken the test
passing some, she said
i am an idealist

some of these things
i know, having known
and kept, being now,
and then is sometime gone.

G-d has a way of making,
she reminds herself
and assigns detail

and there her faith
found me, at times
tripping on shadows
falling god side down,

she is the candle
in the window, my world
that much brighter still

[Todd The Kiwi]

nuclear death rapha ha ha ha classic :biggrin: