Tuesday, September 10, 2013


Looking out the attic
Window at sunshine
& flowers / clouds &
Birds flying / I feel
Like flying / leaping
Into the wind as a
Silhouette against
The brightness an
Agent of freedom
Sorely tempted &
Tried ascending in
To the landscape
Of sun unnoticed
By all momentarily
Stunned of purpose
I return myself back
Into this room into
This life finding a
Path thru the cob
Webs & dust & the
Discarded artifacts
Of existence finally
Descending the mis
Aligned stairs only
To land safe in my
Own shoes & yet
What is this glass
That shatters the


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