Friday 1 November 2013

the limits of elasticity.

moon crow delirious
coming up for air,
fighting survival
is not suicide
but another, darker place.

cracked land scares me
with its back breaking
potential, and even elastic
has its limits.

it is a landscape
of other stories
outside of my window
where joining in
is metered out
so as to avoid suspicion.

there are gaping holes
that require covering,
pending rationalisations
that grow teeth
over time.

in laying it all
at my feet
the ground becomes
unsteady.

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