Supernova Rhythm by Peter Magliocco

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Supernova Rhythm


Does it roll into you,
the musical vibe from nowhere
inculcating us with sweet sounds
until our minds remember her
with the first dream of beauty
holding forth
throughout the breadth of time:

walk with me beyond banal wend
where old shadows multiply
with a thousand shades of darkness
swallowing your cat in inky stew
for the void to feast on

the hunger never satisfied,
the autumn wind never gentle
enough for us to settle beneath
& count blessings of another day
to parcel out between us

immeasurable smiles of lyrical suns
bringing what we really believe in
make us hold the wayward day
to lips singing down the last sunset.




BIO:  Peter Magliocco writes from Las Vegas, Nevada, and occasionally edits the lit-zine ART:MAG. His latest poetry book is Poems for the Downtrodden Millennium, from the Medulla Review Publishing.

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