The mapping out by an amputated hand

 

 

Of all insights a tower is built
from where its top a survey becomes possible
over this land which has set its arbitrary presumptions

Only then I'll let the ground rend
and the god with a razor in his hand
will cut open an untouched sandbag

And like silhouettes
from falling grains of sand
a new insight is sensed
that all things must be rejected
for that given look
which exists in everyone
but is used by few
eventually will be mine





Poetry by Telesforos
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Written on 2011-04-18 at 22:57

Tags Betrayal  Insight  Relief 

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