Tuesday, May 17, 2016

vanishing point

i will not walk on upturned nails
no longer will i
bow my head and pretend
that the lying unstable bridge
leads to somewhere
that the crutches in the framework
prop unseen
will not hide from breaking
ladders, the lattice almost collapsing, so that
an idea might be avoided
my shadows have proven the long
distance and sadness worth surviving
the vanishing.