Sunday, March 19, 2006

inverse parallax of the dream landscape

back from the beyond

on a bridge over-looking
an icy river

flowing through an
abandoned dream landscape

a glistening, rippling water
moves beneath me

on all edges...

i am overcome by a sense of beauty
its presence is everywhere

it strikes me
that the splendor of this fact

is not dampened by my situation

for you see
I am suspended above

a narrow ledge

the bridge is ended in front of me

and behind me it does not
connect

to anything
except empty space

i am lost

stranded atop
this plank

a steel matrix
of girders and beams

tethers me
to a frozen ground

hundreds of feet
below

i peer down

is there anyone
below i wonder?

"Hello..."

"Who's there?"

"I Can't get down..."

and even if
i do...

where is
there to go?

2 comments:

Smacky said...

... rippling
probabilities

rain
down
like pretty

..
...
pieces

of so much
pretentious literary bullshit


odd spacings


hiding

(protecting)

obnoxious
verse

B Raine said...

i know that bridge