Friday, November 14, 2008

Weightless, I walked

I'm in a bit of a dark mood. Maybe it's the weather, but more likely the pressing on of days too much alike with no clear change in sight. I have a drawing whose title inspired this, and I'll likely post it tomorrow.

Weightless, I walked
By Francis Scudellari
Weightless, I walked
Impatient through
This darkly steep,
Thorn-rapt thicket
With each step, passed
Over careless
A world of wrongs
Un-lived, never
Committed, just
Imagined but
Razor-sharp when
Limned, they bled me
Till ghostly, grey
Leaving, no mark,
Only a faint
Memory of
Pale words spoken
To, for no-one
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