about thoughts converging


Crisis Point


This is the point
where everything merges
Into one big fireball of
Bitterness, distrust and fear.

Sure, there are signs
To mark the featured concrete,
Cold, uninviting, beckoning
But what are they made of?

It could be gingerbread I'm tasting,
A house of sugar and deceit,
Luring the nave to a different experience
An eye-opener of surprise

Consequence for every action.
So what is this,
And where am I going?
Can you tell me as you
poke me in the eye?

Wake up.
Dive in. It feels good.
Flap around, whales do.
Feel the sand stick to you

And wash it all clean.




Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-09-09 at 07:56

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keith nunes
i love this. it's got an offbeat, skewed view of the world about it. cool
2006-09-09