Chance and Circumstance
Pulled back from the
bricks.
Enlarged visuals
(warping) ancient
hieroglyphics run
and storming.
Judging me unusually
quick.
Laden and laced with
a dusty light.
A not so bright line
carves slight and
delicate curves in
stone so thick not
wind, nor water, nor
our time not even my
mind could strip it
.
Mouth bone dry.
Swollen liquid caps
sit still on green
and gold trees.
Leaves unsure,
quiver with a
weather-focused
system of beliefs.
Climbing with
endurance and
falling as is
determined.
Leaving it all to
the wind, to chance
and circumstance.
Copyright © Kris Lund | Year Posted 2014
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