Exit Earth
Eventually, you can rip a Place open-
and then dive,
just beyond the curve of shadow,
where stone and sky collide.
Cracks in the horizon - goddesses.
They demand you dance or
the Pointing tree will betray the clouds,
revealing where they have been
weakened.
I sway from a wind spent tree,
clinging to the dead
for what seems, now
an eternity.
Carom off water pitted dirt,
carving out the scars
that are sure to be
harbingers.
gogant commented on Exit Earth
03-26-2010
Tinytree commented on Exit Earth
03-02-2010
Artie commented on Exit Earth
01-10-2010
Charlie23 commented on Exit Earth
12-26-2009
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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