Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Sticking (Or Playing With Words)

We stick together like glue,
We, who don't know what to do.
We wander, or dance, in dimly lit halls,
Entranced in mirrors
Looking askance
articulating
expressionism
Acutely certain of myself.

Don't think too hard--you'll hurt yourself--
When you smile until your face cracks.
Forget the facts;
stretched like rubber bands,
truth dances on wire.
we stand, arms erect,
with fishing nets
below.

(Just let it fall
until you find
what you are looking for.)

To walk through the door
like we did before
when we were young
takes a monster's courage.

Picture taken in the Angkor ruins, Siem Riep, Cambodia

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