Pretty City
rejected ___
inadvertantly affected by the bruise
no one detected. something somewhere
traveled in,
continues to tear through skin,
inside & out.
full of doubt of limit of
signs which prohibit thought;
thinking on a fit.
crazy is it, how the earth tilts
(the mind), gives time &
direction to cities we can never
find.
Copyright © Rachel Hart | Year Posted 2007
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