Poem
Subdivisions

Like vagrants, crossing laminate floors
Digitized lives in superstores
Flitting in networks, so painfully aware
Of what they need or want within
The criss-cross of isles
Like a gestured smile
Pacified grace;
An obscured face
A fleeting appeal that flaunts to conceal
Its callous rhythm like metronome
And its sinuous web bears no thoughts of home
But eviscerates height in clinical light
To pack and folk in fastened sight
As the vigils pivot to their flight;
Grasping at a visionless target-
To stretch the margin ever wider
And to narrow at the character that persists to bind
Time to self, and self to time
But its slow revolve grants myopic roles
Left with little but pallid soul;
A faded whole
Spectres that glide
In a sightless stride
With nothing to regret
And nothing to find
(colonelcustardscataracts, Mon 15 Aug 2005, 17:09, Reply)