09 March 2016

Poem-A-Day #9 : Ligthouse


A blue - rolling
          as if some marble on some tilted plane

      I want to discuss something with you - the broken promises etc.
How, when I was little, I thought I could learn to be a woman

          At night the curve of the earth is a flat dark line
      some seem to think this proves the panet's flatness - but

It only proves that our eyes are imperfect
          A red - sliding that is also gore erupting from within

      As if the mountain has given away
and the snow has begun to breathe

          The nets of your eyes - they wrap each body they find
      they cast in hopes of finding -

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