Monday, July 30, 2012

If a tree falls


Veined wall inscribed by incessant worms,
ragged bowl bristled with snapped roots arcing
blue white current, fine filigreed circuits

bleed final sundered transmissions into
the distant past, lighting the way back; time
rent asunder, clockwork revealed where one

by one these blue and green glass beads emerge,
cast to the four winds in fury; worthless
wampum, a sly swindle overtaken

by the relentless march to this moment
I wear like reading glasses, transfixed by
one pierced blue tear, filament through the heart.

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