Posted: May 24, 2008 in Poems


There lies below every horizon

just below our line of sight that

place of meeting, of pieces joining

to make our world seem right.

As we rush through perspective

we demand the lines to change

but in vanishing points’ infinity

hearts are not in touch range.

  1. penny says:

    you re very good.  Pen.


  2. penny says:

    very good, Pen.


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