In a dark garden
he wanders
Meeting and alone
Paths intersect
twine and release
the boundaries
unseen, unbidden
categories left
strewn about
like broken
doll heads
mashed among the
reefs of
childhood waste
stepped upon
while striding
lapsing
staggering forward
to a new place
bitingly cold
terribly new
frighteningly odd
verdantly you
this time
it is to happen
get ready.
4 comments:
okay
i will
and suddenly i'm reminded of the line, "fasten your seat belts, it's going to be a bumpy ride."
:-)
That is awesome Tiff... :)
As with most art...
I don't get it... ;P
I have been absent from bloggerdom for quite some time. I'm so glad you are still here and writing. Good stuff!
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