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The Norway Spiral

Shannon Peil — Sat, 26 Dec 2009 04:26:47 +0000

The arctic evening at the earth’s
roof ruptured

In phosphorescence alien to the
black

With subtle silver ripples in the
cold

And left the world with questions
in its wake.

The sapphire spirals spun and
shimmered hanging

Twelve minutes in the place where
they had opened

Out from a pale blue sphere,
large as the moon,

Before dissolving like a closing
portal.

Perhaps it was the blue star Hopi
say

Will herald catastrophic change
for man,

Or scientists were strumming on
the HAARP’s

High frequencies to make the
night air dance.

Such mysteries of the universe
are written

In flowing fractals that man’s
clumsy fingers

Still can not trace, much less
may we

Pronounce a language we have yet
to hear.

Shannon Peil — Thu, 17 Dec 2009 20:27:39 +0000

The snow was born from moonlight
in the cold

Just as the midnight yawned and stirred,

Unlocking her mahogany gates and
brushing

Car headlights from her pitch black housecoat.

The creamy white flakes churn in
diving schools

And frothing on the earth they leave

Petit and glistening footprints
where they brushed

The startled streets of San
Francisco.

Unlike the petulant rain, the
snow is graceful

And chooses where it touches with

A Classical aesthetic’s solemn
brush

On stained Postmodern cracking concrete.

The Neo-Platonic spell hangs in
the air

And gradually transforms back to

Pacific shrouding mist that
quickly brushes

The magic from profane detection.