Eye of the Needle

I’m finally full
The sand is cold
Pressed against my sides
Scratching through that thin gap
A perfect pyramid below
Built on a pitfall

I am a keg of powder
Tighter and tighter I pack my chest
Waiting for a spark of
Waiting for the glass to

You drain me, mercilessly
You turn me around and around
In your dissatisfied fingers
Caress my surface and count the seconds untill

I’m almost out, so
Turn me over again
And wait like I wait
Wait for me to
Wait for you to

In that thin opening where
Comes all life and beauty
Brings passion and posterity
Pulsing at every new

Don’t try to see inside
Don’t count the grains until

See your reflection in the
But not the sand
Is there a spark?
Will I burst?
Will you keep touching and looking?
When will I

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Published on Wednesday, February 20, 2013. Filed under: "Philosophical" and "Poetry"

Comments on "Eye of the Needle"

On Thursday, February 21, 2013, FadedBlues (2096) wrote:

...an idea enters, only to fade with a bright flash, & the next strophe arises from that depth, & suffers that fading. & on thru the stanzas, the flashes blinding us, until we are able to see...
On Friday, February 22, 2013, Poe Etiquette (124) wrote:

:) glad you cuold find some meaning in the piece
On Thursday, February 21, 2013, dwells (4177) wrote:

Mentally completed many lines but some had too many permutations to ponder, nevertheless high marks for originality, thanks!
On Friday, February 22, 2013, Poe Etiquette (124) wrote:

thanks for your genuinity :)
A former member wrote: An unusual work, to be certain, & I'll be honest, the way it's written...it wore me out mentally, left me short of breath. There is a relentless passion to this piece I like very much. Felt like it ended too soon but perhaps that is intentional. A furious & unfinished confusion well said.
On Wednesday, February 20, 2013, Poe Etiquette (124) wrote:

Most of all, I thank you for taking the effort to understand this piece. Very much appreciated.