We wake in judgement.
drowned by rays.
The gravity of infinite
possibility subdues days.
Idle hours press us to legislate solitude
with the rigorous precedent of distraction.
Unable to sprint
or spread wings
to soar above.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
In a thrall of mirrors I scream,
"There's so many of me!"
Dance and understand we are one, brethren,
our motion orchestrated reflection.
Our locks fall lustrous down parallel napes.
No longer do we envy boys named James.
Our desire unbolts doors,
every threshold it conquers.