Tuesday, May 11, 2004

This is communication (as in

former position and future structure)

free from the holy wall, turned

on its axis.

Flexible reason and mirror to the

other side,

the inside remains in and the outside

without.

Who will quest for the unseen?

Nations yet decay or petrify close by,

the buildings our siblings occupy have precious little human space.

And though I muster a faith in some underlying truth, the still unseen

guide to the discreet and private in man,

all that remains is a communal pleasure in expansion

reserving the nurture of intent,

unfettered and deeply connected to some

source, seeking the

source.

My own heart pounds like a hammer

on a rusty nail,

driven within a very cramped space

refusing to wield to petrifaction

close by.

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