6/10/2011

Point of Reference

Time and the myth
of time, here and gone,
small, then large;

so close, the soul confuses
geography with heart.

From a window
near the bed, the sky
is caught.

In the middle
of a field, the stars
are countless.

In the room
of a world, the light
is curved

but disappears
once opened.  Who
could blame it?

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