Patterns

 

as the ginormous hands cup me

and lift me

 

(I slide throught their lines)

 

and

 

i lose sense of light

i stumble from the daze

i give out

 

like a fuse.

 

 

I return to

the cyle

the phantom

the spindle.

 

upon reaching

the tattered coast

 

I am careful to

watch my step

 

the pattern

slithers like a

quick vine

 

and beyond it all

 

the burning sun

finds its way

into the grand

picture

 

and ever so gently,

touches the narrow

contour of

the earth

 

i return, yet

again--

 

 

 

Reviews

[melpomene:[muse of trag..]

the key here is you are watching ahead of you, keeping in mind the light... eventually the patterns will meld, and you will remain held - in the light. an excellent expression, one i understand in my stumbling journey...XO