You will do this to yourself

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*image found HERE

You will do this to yourself

Distance is an infant god’s desecrated temple
You set the candles burning, then you leave.
Are garden trees dancing in the winds or do they tremble?

The nectars of a sunset closely reassembled
whenever oceans stare at you, you heave;
distance is an infant god’s desecrated temple.

Which palm line is barcode; which is semper?
Some meadows you worship, for some you kneel.
Are garden trees dancing in the winds or do they tremble?

The clouds will seldom cure you without leaving you ensemble;
first you love in ancient tongues, but then you grieve.
Distance is an infant god’s desecrated temple

When you thread its stone you won’t go gentle,
whatever is forgotten yearns to be retrieved.
Are garden trees dancing in the winds or do they tremble?

Your pain will linger like a dinner party ornamental,
like daydreams of a noon you long ago believed
for distance is an infant god’s desecrated temple
that makes the garden trees dance as they tremble.

*a slightly modified villanelle; the challenge with this form will I guess always be resisting to modify it because it is anyways hard for me to stay coherent and not speak in riddles and the aesthetics of the lines sometimes make me stray out of the line.

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~ by Oloriel on August 10, 2018.

8 Responses to “You will do this to yourself”

  1. Oh, this is a beautiful villanelle — from every image distilled to its last color to the solemn chant-like refrains, it’s such a lovely endeavor to fulfill the beauty of this form.
    “Some meadows you worship, for some you kneel”: Yes, indeed.
    As always, I remain an ardent admirer of your penmanship. 🙂

  2. Oloriel, you are back. I’m so glad. Have a wonderful weekend.

  3. Such a divine underwater weave to this, like dreams of a forgotten myth.

  4. Само настави да сипаш меланхолију! 😉

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