Wednesday, September 2, 2015

the middle way

caught in tiny imperfections
stretched tight over inked narcissus pressed
        between
                  old panes of glass
on a summer noon tide
cracks
bends
breaks
awaits
... the rushing waters to smooth the stone fields
undo
rewind
hell bent
glorious ride upon the backs of a thousand songs
carry on
carry on


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