Sunday, February 11, 2007

it lies to me this
it tells of absence then
a dead end road
i see the barricade
the type in red

but behind me a
trusted mystery
reminds me
of a deep well and
an elegant table

it's remarkable
the instinctive calm
that resides to the west
of my head
when the east longs
for the risen face
no matter
how far the expanse

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