Sunday, 19 July 2009

racing racing heart
racing car driving mind
corridors of steel and ice form and dissapate
along the shoreline.
Before wave and wind erode all feeling
from the kneeling hands
and correct and venture westwards
and ellude their reason,
their vision.

Magicians stand stern along the breaking horizon
Opticians hide under desks and close their eyes
souless creatures hold hands and claw and fur
in aplace where ravens rule
and sparrows flitter freely
without any notion
of anxiety, nor wind.
And in this place
a lone soldier guards an empty cell,
which used to hold a heart
within its cold iron stare
and perhaps may one day still
hold a heart.
and this is why he stands
patiently waiting for its possible return.

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