Closed-Circuit
The nest of wires
so loosely tethered
at the base of control
suffers from rigidity
while hard-linked
to each portal of
infinity
until cracks snake
the foundation
like menacing grins,
all mirthlessly mouthing
infallible truth
behind certain
fallibility:
every age rises
before diminishing
to bury discovery
as treasure precious
within the driving
will of all forms
sentient.
Copyright © John Weber | Year Posted 2010
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