Author's note: This poem exemplifies my tendency to over-think and find
symbolism in just about anything. Maybe that's not such a bad thing, maybe
it is, I don't know, its just me. Anyway, I wrote this poem one night
after playing through FF7(again). Somehow, those shivering, pathetic
Jenova-clones in the third act struck something in me and this poem is the
result. You like? Don't get it? Drop me a line, a.k.a review.
***
Road to Jenova
***
I am error,
created to be frail.
Stop my heart, you could, by breathing.
At last rest it would become a thing of beauty,
a walnut in your hands' hollow,
gelid, still, unmoving.
So easily is the death of the lab born.
***
But shudders through me the call,
endless ache from rebel cells:
Move, they say,
come to completeness.
***
And so my heels break on this brittle shale,
as green and unholy wind shakes what's left of me
apart from the thing that is not me.
***
And I fall,
tasting bitter earth and almonds,
And the last thoughts I think,
I think as my hybrid brain burns itself alive, struggling
***
blackened and weak
like the thick and autumnous fly that is dragging itself
dragging itself across my eye,
into the opening infinity
that is now, as I had thought,
been suddenly made
vaporous, singular.
***
Road to Jenova
***
I am error,
created to be frail.
Stop my heart, you could, by breathing.
At last rest it would become a thing of beauty,
a walnut in your hands' hollow,
gelid, still, unmoving.
So easily is the death of the lab born.
***
But shudders through me the call,
endless ache from rebel cells:
Move, they say,
come to completeness.
***
And so my heels break on this brittle shale,
as green and unholy wind shakes what's left of me
apart from the thing that is not me.
***
And I fall,
tasting bitter earth and almonds,
And the last thoughts I think,
I think as my hybrid brain burns itself alive, struggling
***
blackened and weak
like the thick and autumnous fly that is dragging itself
dragging itself across my eye,
into the opening infinity
that is now, as I had thought,
been suddenly made
vaporous, singular.
