Fontanelle, Poetry by David Leo Sirois

Genre: Rhyme, Life



Clocks have been stripped from all walls

as well as all forgotten gods

in an orchestrated effort to disorient us all


in the cylindrical silver corridor where time abides

in its own loneliness almost absent at this time


Even the eyes of my eyes cannot trace

how long it has lasted & how far it will stretch its

long thin limbs It is not available for questioning at this time


At this time we cannot say or guess

the trajectory of flashes on/off

to open wide eyelids & shut them down again


The space between seconds is

interminable unbearable at times & the length of

my spine immeasurable this moment


The crown of my head quietly lifting off

of its own volition


Fragile circle of my fontanelle The point of gentle

pressure from below The tiniest bit of dust is

all I am capable of carrying at times


My questions sing in an unbroken flow of

legato notes a melody of urgency

toward a certain yet forever unexpected end


The rest is silence he said & let go of his breath



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