Web Pipeline

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The range for me to aim and see
Your figure and cloudy light
Has been cut short by each airport
And every hopscotch flight

A fine spun spine web pipeline
Inflates in blood pathways
And as place and time pull on the line
It aches our hearts and veins

And dimmer still the day reveals
Small stray sparks of text
Meant as cures they rape the source
Of every static breath

The feral seal that keeps me here
–a constant state of wait
Seems insane like vorpal rain
Though both decapitate

No choral sage or loose-leaf page
Can sing or say the answer
For the gorging question that I lend
To every song and stanza

Will the place I rest and trace
My dreams be warm enough alone?
Or can you sleep here next to me
And call that bed a home?

• Good - but perhaps too vague

  by Simon

  Posted Feb 3, 2009
  +8
  I like the flow (aside from one line) - it is very musical in a way and comes off the tongue well. The interplay of language is interesting and varied and not overly complex. This generally is well written and doesn't have many flaws
  
  The poem is a little vague - the theme while there... (read more)

• Date Added
• Jan 31, 2009 at 11:08 AM
• Article Type
• Opinion
• Genres
• Poetry
• Topics
• Romance, People, Pain
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