Friday, April 08, 2005

fear, sin and silence

Poisonous, treasonous, heresy
Motivation, jealousy.
I am suspicious, and unknowing
While turning which-way ends forever
Into a mind of tangles twisting
Through the plummet-gate of fear.
A weary hand may touch the dark
But staring through the sky, I, harboring
jealousy, faithlessness, compulsion -
Earn my life's salvation from
a lonely, wayward, singing lark.




The same as the last piece (obviously) done in metaphor. ;P

2 Comments:

Blogger Footprint said...

you;ve been writing that whole time...
where is your book...

have you published outside of the web??

4:03 PM  
Blogger Laura said...

Oh, no. Only the web so far.

9:05 AM  

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