Sunday, February 12, 2012

The cleft pass.

I know that beyond the fence the stately grass rises, feral, and
Everything with it is feral.

Here in my lawn is the grand cornerstone I plow around.
Some time back it was the key to a wall. But it all
Fell back into the sea of things.

It was drowned in things.

To one side of where it vanished a pulmonescent
Bay of worry stands still.

To the opposite side of it
A way is there.

You must always remember you are a captive heart.

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