Thursday, August 19, 2010

A Steady Shimmy

May 10th, 2009

Back and forth

Racing toward a destination


A dark tunnel.

Sporatic lights.

Innumerable shadows;

The stink of discontentment.

A subway for a mind.

While not derailed,

Uncontrollable it speeds,

The contents and possabilities of the heart swirl

Like colors on the seat hidden

They are kept;

Tacky and soiled they seem.

One must prevail.

A junction:

Decision close.

The law or the gauche?

Whichever comes easier.

More avenues appear.

Will it ever stop?

Will it ever arrive?

The noises of screetching metal

Drown the will

Until its speed is all it will know

And all it will have

Bluring the eyes of the future to see

The defened will in the dark.

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