Friday, March 15, 2013

Baseline

Broken streets a three way race of meanings intertwine
Angry remnants and forgotten people line the shattered byways

Eggshell dreams barred in by shadows
Darkness is unbridled here 

My light I bushel passing by In anonymity 
A steel cage on wicked wheels for quiet passage makes

I carry David's sling with me inside my mobile coffin
Cobwebbed with days a single stone yerning for a passage

To splash into this untouched pool of nightmares and disappointment 
Ripples of change by presence made held captive to unimagination

Refusal to see all that god has done and is doing 

Like a crippling weight I cling to that drags me down to the depths