Five points flicker-tease,
"How will you stop our yawning
gaps? Can you tip-toe
tap us out a doubter's ledge,
foot-con Pentagon's
firm routes? Or diag'nals dance
to coin Pentacle's
conjuring? We'd relish reels,
spun round in Circle's
blur -- unbroken, unending."
2 comments:
hey Francis... this new look of your blog... so lovely... it's you... those beautiful naughty waves... with your poems and us tossing up and down... in your heart...
:)
five is so close to our soul:
.
west we go
and east
north we go
and south
we wish to go up
but
down we sink
circling
spinning
on a wheel
with a wheel
in a wheel
by a wheel
and forget all about the will...
.
It's good to have company in the waves, and we seem to have worked our way back to Icarus :).
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