Friday, August 22, 2008

the new math

it is sundown.

the jews bow

toward jerusalem.

i scrape

the interior

of my soul—

the chasm

deep—

my skull,

its

easily-plotted

circumference.

... its only measurable geometry.

fiction

fact

the difference—

rising

falling—

like the dusk.

meanwhile,

the jerusalem sky

bursts

with calm.

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