Tuesday, August 18, 2009

cellar door


it's all could,
would, should
imagine your hand
naked holding
no possessions
above us only sky
patterns of probability
random occurance
of everyday
a quid pro quo
of what it's
all about

passageway
opening dark
new nuances
we welcomely
fall into
sometimes forgotten
what we see
becomes unknown
uncertainty, timeless
and resolute