Saturday, July 16, 2011

Theta


Leashed conscience,
tacit sutures,

chinks of liquid evenings
in the hallway.

Throbbing steps -

the furious chase for morphing light
has thrown the night off balance.

Wide-eyed,

blind-sided
by the gaping white,

I turn and realize

the void
is double-sighted.


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