Thursday, February 08, 2007

The Untying

Outside the rattling window
wind pushes through the branches like a virago
and the heavy, low sounds reverberate through the darkness

All constants have gone
All judgments are judged unclear

Rain hits the glass like a round of bullets
and a stray sycamore leaf is momentarily
splayed wide open and vulnerable

All thoughts are unravelled
All ties are untied here

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