Thursday, January 08, 2009

the carpet
rises and falls
in waves
intricate
and infinite
temporal
patterns

I seek
a clear
re-traceable path
back to clarity

but instead
lean forward
to far
and loose my balance

all my
(and my ancestors)
memories
are scrubbed clean
by the grit
from a thousand years
of
humble
shoes

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