Ira Cohen Poetry
RANSOM NOTE FOR BRION GYSIN
Inside the Phantom Bubble
a shrunken city is held suspended
by magnetic grapples
in a state of perpetual coma
could he then, by opening spirit
locks,
escape to the very edge of
futility???
Drops of water run down
a timeless vacuum goldenshocks
of white sliding mercury
turning from silk
on the tail
of unkept wishes
Under eyelids there is only the wall
of silence
He flickers thru mysteries
turning snowy diadems to fantasy
w/ gold
This man is forever passing,
he sees earth's image become shadow,
this man who sleeps,
GLOWING!
All within, we rise.
Showers of stars sparkle everywhere
A procession of strange hunchbacks
& dwarves,
a windless calm
Head thrown back,
eyes upward,
whispered moment of immortality.
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Ira Cohen Akashic Record
Crossposted from Earthrites Turfing