Emotion To Wane
At the core, the center
of the centrifugal truth
which twists us, compression
to splitting of seams
I wonder, in doubt
if you've ever been...
A nugget of golden
elaboration
layered in years of
compliance in dreams
teeth turned irrelevant dust in a crunch
It's obvious now that you grind
at the seams
on a nugget of truth covered eatable rust
as driftwood mirages to sea rivers gleam
Promises spider webbed into your veins
Liquid enigmas to breathe and refrain
Swirling in tangent, holding their own
I'm wondering now,
to watch and to wait
for the pivotal rise of emotion to wane...
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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