Tuesday, August 07, 2007

...searchers...

serpentine hold
squelching fortunes gone after dreams hardened by watch hand pass
hundreds of searchers in this line
hundreds of searchers in this line

clamor underneath the plate glass weight
the see through
way in which those who placed it
placed it
softly in the way of your growth

a maze of the highest order laid out with no discernable path
no airspace here
no overpass
no way in which to make short

claw for a seam
a rift
a tear
a golden apple filled with fire

like reticulated
the air goes out
hundreds of searchers in this line
hundreds of searchers in this line

-arf 07

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