Thursday, October 12, 2006

New Poem: Seeking



Seeking

Light confuses.
Form begets form,
an acorn dropped to earth
contains so much potential
and I remember nothing.

Night illumines.
From dust to dust,
the meager hope of breath
animates all flesh
and refuses to mean anything.

Words obfuscate.
From grave to cradle,
feathers fallen from a nest
revive dreams of flight
and it's despair that we die from.



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