Estrangement
Estrangement
gushes out from my veins,
a broken artery
fills my reality with incandescent fences.
Did I say
a broken artery?
I meant
a petrified tree
whose branches reach no more
to the chain of the skies
but to the sands of an hourglass.
Did I say an hourglass?
I meant a sphere,
a pale, lustrous sphere,
upon which the reeds of knowledge
may some day begin to grow.
And yet it is not in my power
to forestall this sphere from becoming
a ragged, ever rolling boulder.
Did I say reeds?
I meant rays,
rays I may never have the eyes to see.
