why cant I edit this?

Eh....

here's a slightly revised version:



Angels, demons, and masks,
concrescent in fractal digestion,
chasten the primordial intestine.

Sonic undertow of the true presence.

We stand senseless in comprehension,
overthrown by the grace of understanding.

We who are destinies;
destined to squander ourselves.

See how we cannot but open ourselves!

See in what depths we anchor our highest,
and how our heaviest is tied to our lightest!

Sacred kites dance wanton at the ends of chains as broad as battleships.

A beautiful poem, with undertones- of sadness.

Oh why- why does "sadness
rhyme with gladness"?
(I wonder).

Searching, searching, reaching for the light.

thanks for replying, Listens.

Hi there Archaeus,

I like this poem, very groovy... Did you write it yourself?

anessene

P.S. Re editing: the nature of these forums is such that you can only edit your post a few hours after its original submission. I'm not sure of how many hours, but thought I'd let you know.

Thanks.
Yeah, I wrote it.

Thank you for the editing tip!

Here's another one for you:


The Artist
[for Daniel Johnston]

He stares off into space
He's full of grace

His eyes are full of moon
but he'll say something soon
you'll understand

Sometimes he forgets
all the things he knows
He's kind of old

But every now and then
he's really very Zen
or getting close

You might think he's deaf
that he's got nothing left
but you'd be wrong

He hears between the lines
and answers every crime
It won't be long

He'll sing a song
so strong


Blessings!
Archaeus