Monday, December 05, 2011

Falling Away

The source of value is arcing back in on itself
Arrows are disobeying common sense
Returning to bows.

I have only a toe left inside the dance
Of the sleepwalkers
But the irony is in the cast iron nature of life.

As I exit this cage, and leave the gruntings behind
The shell that surrounds me
Grunts more boldly than ever.