Spring 2007
Basically a poem about logical progressions. Er, semi-logical. To me.
There is a gasping of the eyes.
There are eyes that forget.
There are mysteries buried in handshakes.
What is a handshake? A test of faith,
A term of entry, a castle wall, a moat –
What is a moat? A lie about a river.
We build as many rivers as walls.
We also build walls around our rivers.
What does this say about skipping stones?
What does this say about burial at sea?
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