Life In The Infinite : EXPANSIO: The Incomplete Range

By Ethan Lesley

Life In The Infinite is the first release for my very first free verse poetry collection, The Incomplete Range. Infinite deals with the basics of human emotion, existentialism, ageing, self-destruction, identity, and mid-life crises. Expansio edition features a total of 25 poems.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ethan Lesley
• Release date: Oct 20, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386696049

Book preview

In your mind exists the infinite

In your mind exists the infinite

That which you can only pour into art

into writing

into paper

that can only be understood by same minds

It cries out of you

You turn it alive

The wyverns overhead

that you witness in constant

battle, as you’re cartographing tunnels you escape to

Or at least you try

You write to empower

but you destroy

You convince yourself you’re an ally when you’re not

An outsider in a city more obsessed with other paths

Other jobs, more valuable

than what your mind-store produce

You starve, physically and mentally

as you consider yourself

a faux artist

You lay down, ending up

A connoisseur in the making that will never become.

Constellations

You are

a combatant

a tsunami of golden fire

a light dipped in its own darkness

fostering its own diversions

birthing a universe as your children, your own

Your soul

is a constellation

And within them, creation

You host stars inside of you

Because – you, my child – you, my friend – are magic

You are capable

of kindness

capable of love

capable of giving so much and pouring so much

You are the great art of this world,

great as any art could be

Pristine and undiscovered

Untarnished and covered in your own versions of stain

Of strain

Of pain

Of pride

You are early dementia

A protest against your own well-being, focusly painting in the form of

innocent smiles

and mountains of lies

You are an ecosystem of Trithes

a barrier of light

And within this light an endless pit of sorrow and of weeping, hidden from the world

and kept within your bedroom walls

or the lack thereof

To see poetry inside the tree barks

in the stump you call your torso, that you actively mask

the stretch marks that make you, and because they shame you

and remind you of your birth and you birthing

the wonder in every color you experience for the first time

You call upon those sensations which you are not able to