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4 Responses to “born to the precipice: by anonymous 20th century poet”

1. WHOLE AROUND LOOK

   always dangling
   but never falling
   what is this crystal bridge
   on which feet are following a path
   that leads to a place
   without a place
   like the seat of a breath
   or the cradle of a smile

   in the hands of the wind
   feathers of black ink
   are painting the new colors
   of an ancient rainbow

   gmc said this on February 2, 2014 at 6:55 pm | Reply

2. three hundred and sixty degrees

   circling,
   never arriving.
   what is this point?
   real space
   or abstract reference?
   distortion
   or illusion?
   a point known
   but unseen
   beneath feet spinning
   to perceive.

   anon20 said this on February 4, 2014 at 4:21 am | Reply

3. THE SIZE OF DREAMS

   always in the hand
   circling on the lines
   some call destiny

   space without a space
   where words are poor
   and all realities weaker
   than the blind man’s vision

   never arriving
   because never gone
   except in imagination

   gmc said this on February 4, 2014 at 9:35 am | Reply

4. concentrate

   I wonder at your dreams
   tracing the lines of your hand
   idle-ly
   a fluid reality
   of words and visions
   yours
   mine
   viscous concentrate of poetry

   anon20 said this on February 5, 2014 at 5:39 am | Reply