As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Tuesday, November 30, 2010


Fumbling with the straws
Grappling and juggling them
In my fingers
Where is the long one?
Hidden among the short ones
The likelihood of my success
Muddled amongst the coloured
Without reason, my hopeless
Scrambling fingers
Spoiling and stumbling
They are failing me
                Failing me

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