concluding
by kittcat555
Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-11-03 19:33:00
Could an essence ever
bend pleasant bricks
backwards and through
their own solidarity?
I skin myself while
my body succumbs to
my ears who
dictate my eyes’
glance at direction
-wafting interception
at the worry of
its own conception.
My words sway in
the weather of
a still, cold result.