January 24, 2007

the strap

vision
superimposed
and debased
when
dual worlds
coinclide,
fingers itch
on seamed
interface
and the why?
the where?
since....
circumstance
buffered
and off kilter
ran along side
flat topped
arenas
which......was?
how is it then
that we step off
into bleared
vistas?
giving faith
to our senses'
bridled paradox?

the hunter
strikes a bargain
with kited
meanderers....
how long
till opening
ceremonies?
oh, and by the way,
it might behoove you
to hasten....
the light's rebound
is awash in
raw vestiges
of vined
sensations

can i accelerate?
race the bellowing
wind beasts
gallops?
dunk into shallows
purpled with
bleeding auras?
or must i
stay forever chained
to these haloed
aggravations....
oh to be able to fly
'cross plains
of eccentric flora
and mutated fauna
ignoring
this decrepid
orbit's
strap