this sure ended up being a hell of a day


BlackOut

I can feel the roof caving in,
The landslide that was Mill Point,
An on-ramp on my head.

Running down the sides of this tetrahedron,
A wall of debris about to land
After an overdue flight.

Supposedly watertight,
Yet the cracks are showing.
What a journey, what a day.

When the sun projects the past,
Glimpses the future,
Burns you like an ant
With the magnifying glass of the present

And all you can do is squirm,
With embarrassment and fear,
And the knowledge fail should be pass

Stop should be go
And the power should not be out,
Forcing manual redirection.

Just let me through the pickets.




Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-08-20 at 08:07

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