The flag in the center of open space
I've run off the cliff,
in the sky,
but I'm still making those running movements
like a jet with no wings
a trapped soul...
in a thorny bush
the living dead
unfurled in space
flowing, rushing, trickling, standing.....water.
Forgetting the time
unable to move beyond
my DNA
red and dripping
eyes, ears, and skin
out of water whenever I go
staring into the headlights
of oncoming traffic
robbed of the pleasure of existence and experience
A contest entry
- Conflict by limechic.
825 points, ended October 20, 2008, 21 entries
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Comments
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Why does compass beat experience?
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