A business building on the inner core of the capital
has a sigil sign, enochian of origin. They may not
know this, however I'm sure they do, this pattern
of developed ververs and yantras mathematically
represented to me anyway an image of evocation.
The world of man made territories, and Orange
families must have been difficult during the
famine, living of flowers and ceramic pots of gin.
conscious of this I admired the brown big block
not to far from the ferry that crosses Rotterdam.
Perpendicular to this powerful image is the thriving
market, the new underground station and the stones.
Architecture all around gave me the cities human answers
supported by a homage of record players, displayed
In the modern audio store, next to the crossed sigil.
All around business seemed to be thriving
road diggers, looked tired and ready to move
to the next location, like locusts they congregated
outside of their cage, outside MacDonalds
Munching on €1 peanut sauce chicken burgers.
As I pondered on at this magnificent symbol
whilst listening to the beat of trance
I felt an overwhelming sense of cosmology.
Eyes on fire like lotus buns, as the sigil
Shined like sapphire, upon brown brick.
The business could have been just some
corporation, or some link to bank power
but more than likely just an independent
Dutch business attempting to rise in a
new environment of symbols and power.
A contest entry
- STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS: by exceptforthis.
550 points, ended November 23, 2008, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Do you know what a sigil is?
Comments
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WOW! I love this poem, it's amazingly deep.
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wow, i really enjoyed so many parts of this. this is a strange poem for me because it seems so full of nuance. you seem to be describing things in a very literal way, although there is a kind of awkward style to your stanza/paragraphs. the whole stanza has a fascinating capsulated idea, which is extremely refreshing and vivid:
Perpendicular to this powerful image is the thriving
market, the new underground station and the stones.
Architecture all around gave me the cities human answers
supported by a homage of record players, displayed
In the modern audio store, next to the crossed sigil.
other lines i enjoyed:
Eyes on fire like lotus buns, as the sigil
Shined like sapphire, upon brown brick. (so simple, straightforward and vivid)
I'm trying to put my finger on what I enjoy so much about this poem and I think it is your direct ability to describe these things, i feel this concrete vision, which i absolutely adore. thanks for your entry!
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