26 July 2010


Multiring 7/26

At that part of the cave – the path is expanded
iron platforms bolted indefinitely high
The blue and green lights they use only make the deep
more obvious
The comfort of light in the dark – of that idea
of seeing behind closed eyes
vanishes into a pool of ink

The creaking of the metal – that expanding shrinking
heat cold metal sound – like it’s rumbling from the walls
makes the jumping impulse amplify
from the walls and bounce into the ears of tour guides
A dotted line from the body position to the
possible position begins
A morse code of wingless flight