The Nihilist - Six: Caged In a Wide Open Space
Stretched before shaven imagining,
embedded in grey matter,
glistening sparkles simmer,
glint in muddy streams.
And dreams come on cascading,
traverse the emerald view,
patchwork of fields
stitched by olive brocade.
As far as the eye may garner,
landscapes forever spread,
distance spills incessant,
analytically dissociate.
Caged in a wide open space,
stand and stare and enfold,
loneliness rules the hour
for I and my captive self.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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