Friday, December 10, 2010

swiftly goes the reflection

The eye to eye seeing
of me in the midst--
You of the past
running, screaming
into the labyrinth.

The bones of images
twisted to form
lyrics to songs
about death and direction.

A captive warrior
becomes a captive audience.
Succumbing to the fracturing
of selves
into multiple millions
with the same functioning organs.
And what can we hope to gain
from trying to comprehend,
infinity being carried on the back of a dust mite.

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