"Dust thou art to dust returnest"


Monday, March 11, 2013

Walking Backwards

I fear a lot wrong has bewildered me
The winds were pure and the sky was ever changing...
I hung my head up high for good spirits 
And now time is only in reverse...
Some of the things we never planned 

Are more likely to be
Than to not happen. 

Still I'm not allowed in...
The harmony that revives between sunsets...

All winter long the bridge was down
Now we're left with depressed construction tracks
As the ice below melts in dust's remains... 

At night and on factory streets
The shadow recalls another of the same
In depth and vague 
Decipher loosely
What it means to feel, to depend. 

And not miss a step backwards... 

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