Friday, November 26, 2010

an island

the city never ceases beneath me. Tonight i am an island rising out of the air. I am straining through concrete to retrace my journey back to the earth. I am searching for stars to navigate by against a sky awash with light. This too shall pass by the corridor seems narrow. I play roulette with anger, sorrow and fear. I struggle for something specific. Fall into floatation and prayer.