Sunday, 16 May 2010
Wax.
A picket fence.
A picket fence
forming a line
toward the horizon
disappearing in distance
leaving an impression
of infinity
A semblance of love
expresses itself boldly
but in unintelligible terms
A man waiting
to become mature
by the discipline of need
asks rhetorical questions
and receives evasive answers.
An experience in wax.
An experience in wax
melts
in the black heat
of the midnight sun
becoming white
in natural light
articulately endearing
in a display of compatibility
with an endangered species
reacting spontaneously
with all the art
of practiced
self preservation.
Combatants.
Psychological
combatants
an attempt
to dominate
a struggle
to defend
autonomy
Concealed by
camouflaged
emotions
retreating into
three
dimensional
thought.
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