10-18-2012, 01:01 AM
version 2.0
A threshold,
not a line,
holds the totality
of solid earth
and ends the weightless chaos
of air.
Beneath the placid lie
of endless pebble pulp,
dormant seas of fire
reckless rock barges
collide and split
this imaginary
"line."
In this way...
Does time slowly curve to meet itself again
enfolding an implacable force
that our tools, tread, and seeking
cannot know?
How many circuits shall we run
'till time reveals its horrid
awe?
A threshold,
not a line,
holds the totality
of solid earth
and ends the weightless chaos
of air.
Beneath the placid lie
of endless pebble pulp,
dormant seas of fire
reckless rock barges
collide and split
this imaginary
"line."
In this way...
Does time slowly curve to meet itself again
enfolding an implacable force
that our tools, tread, and seeking
cannot know?
How many circuits shall we run
'till time reveals its horrid
awe?