Poem

Tears from under eyelids seeping
while my thoughts at last are creeping
through the day like web bots crawling
over vast and dark terrains--
uncomprehended individual rhythms,
climbing the array of events of the day,
their washes of color glittering or dull,
in immense incomprehensible moving display.

posted by LizC @ 9/21/2007 09:05:00 PM