Trajectory
Pristine blank page,
please rouse most sage
to open wide,
no time to hide
the applesauce
dabbled across
my graying chin.
Endings begin
to manifest
beyond our quest
as consequence
provokes events
in frantic spin
to obscure sin:
a grounded arc
within the dark.
Copyright © John Weber | Year Posted 2010
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