Monday, January 19, 2009

Flying

its a continuous space in which you are infinite

you are unsure of the horizon 

looking down always or is it looking out

the patchwork quilt underneath 

rises and falls

as depth changes so does clarity

it becomes about space and color

angled linear roads leading in and out of complexes

vast space and suddenly then not.


infinite and then suddenly not.

and then you touch down.

and you are grounded.


the horizon no longer holds its mystery 

when flat in front of your face. 

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