Night vision


Glowing through insidious times,
suspended like birds by water's wake
turning curved beady beaks,
one dives for a glimpse of mercy,
deep through harnessed night.

Calamities like holy shadows
toll at the witness' eye.
Weight fills past collections
with more than regret.

Cry you hollow man,
the wind is in your shoes.

There is no one to follow you.

The echo of circular water
bleeds like sand in a tumbler.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2006-02-16 at 00:52

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