Monday, November 8, 2010

If under other circumstances we meet again

for Brad Burjan

Life is a helix, which we never grasp,
but strangely trace in the air with fingertips;
nails bitten to the quick unconsciously.

We run its track faithful
of some ending to strung out nights
and reclusive days, the tread of our soles
worn thinner in successive heel-toe combinations.

The crossing over from eight to infinity is nothing greater
than an angle of loops moved to reclining
on the divan; inhibitions release like smoke,
one mad eye watching our endless struggle
in paralyzed freedom.

Aleathia Drehmer 2008

Publishes by erbacce (Blood at the Chelsea)

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