Saturday, March 05, 2005

from Circles Matter

Nigh Road

The walk across a perfect furrow revealed its hidden slant as the valley now subsides into microtones.

A thicket housing skyline that promises to implode its particulars waited for our approach.

Even particles have no say as we pace, take up space, string a wondering through hell’s finest vowels― prone to shift without error.

How can I stretch this moment disintegrating; it hardly resembles itself in its transparency and is buttressed by a tuneless regard.

Ebb from splendor, this submission.


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