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In the Night Museumby D X Stone
In the Night Museum All alone I stiffen As the statue of a gryphon Comes alive... I freeze and listen Watch it move Its grooved and marbled flesh And fur and feathers glisten In the moon's illumination Rising, spreading wings so wide And throwing shadowed pools On marbled flooring tiles in deepening tides... As skylights' latticed shadows stream Within the dim and silent space They track in fractured columns, wash Across thin cracks and seams, thin lines That flow and intertwine Like finest Belgian lace Upon the stern and solemn Grim expression on its cracked stone face The eyes flick open, lit inside With lambent amber flames that see So deep into the dark and know The secret names once learned and burned In timeless age, Once known but now long-lost To shadows and to dust As tempest-tossed, we ride our fallow cradles To our shallow graves And live our lives as faithless trusting slaves Or deaf and muted ghosts... Who never dare suspect the truth Just checking out the scenery That whole entire fire-phoenix thing? And taking wing? Forgotten now for most... For shame! Forsooth! |
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