Monday, February 8, 2010

My war on two fronts,

Impossible to reign in the tornado

with the tidal wave throwing its shadow

over my shoulder.

Don't you know me by now?

I turned the pyramid upside down,

and the bottom point is crowded with everything

I cannot read.

No desire for what is not mine--

But what is mine?

The tornado might, might

of the tornado...


At war with the tornado.

The tidal wave waiting for me,

thinks I mean to taint its walls,

Paint its walls with my presence.


versus offense,

back-to-back with offense,

in my home.

One is not done well without

expense to the other.

To rest will calm the sea.

To rest will leave be

the tornado.

To choose is to lose.

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