Friday, March 12, 2010

Passing afternoons

Strikes reach my ear in a succession of falling castle walls
     and fell my resistance to effort.
Walls fall all the way to my passing afternoon.
My eyes turn from a camera to behold ramparts
overflowing with overflowing eyes.

Effortlessly, I watch a land being observed,
a land responding to limbs falling
into maps on passing afternoons.
     Gradually, I respond to my limbs
walking out of the map into the resistance of my heart.

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