Monday, March 8, 2010

Icarus Fallen to a City's Limit

The sun proclaimeth its love for the angle
At which it is seen. The moment I fell: O! strange
Onefragmentfrom. Is like another. A city
thus defined determines its grandeur.
Looking into a pond or mirror is equivalent to:
I shaped ideas.I paused to check my balance.
If I fell It wasn’t unwittingly. The scene upended
the writing. Only this sense of a shift in perspective:
outcome/delay. As I looked on it swept past me
whose face was a taxi cab. Thepoemabout
Lenin was an anvil he detested reading.

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