Life is a flame that burns even
When the stub is short
An artwork that bemoans darkness
And dethrones her from an absolute
From the universal nightscape
To a starry starry flame
And flame is the cynosure of all enigmas
Like the flame of your heart, despite not being a redhead
Burns the phosphorus chamber and the turbulent edges
And constructs a feeling that inculcates
Another life form into the medium of your soul.
And flame is always thread
Until threadbare becomes a universality
Of a withered old rocking chamber
And light fades just at the edge of closure
And you surround yourself with defragmenting pixels
As light turns to ashes
And just like the patient summer night
Death finally comes of age to abdicate her virginity.
As incandescent life becomes a cold brown log
Creeping with filamentous saprophytes.
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Dr Dilantha Gunawardana graduated from the University of Melbourne, as a molecular biologist, and moonlights as a poet. He currently serves as a Senior Lecturer in the Department of Botany, University of Sri Jayewardenepura. Dilantha lives in a chimeric universe of science and poetry. Dilantha’s poems have been accepted for publication /published in HeartWood Literary Magazine, Canary Literary Magazine, Boston Accent, Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry, Zingara Poetry Review, The Wagon and Ravens Perch, among others. Dilantha too has two anthologies of poetry, 'Kite Dreams' (2016) and 'Driftwood' (2017), both brought to the readership by Sarasavi Publishers, and is working on his third poetry collection (The Many Constellations of Home). Dilantha’s pet areas of teaching and research, include, Nitrogen Fixation, RNA biology, Phytoremediation, Agricultural Biology, and Bioethics & Biosafety. Dilantha blogs at – https://meandererworld.wordpress.com/ -, where he has nearly 2000 poems.
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