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.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment