spread too thin to reveal all
interpretations
it reveals nothing
in a blanketed expanse
but sad finger marks
epithets of gloom
fake messages in plumes lead
horizontally
I am torn between
admiring the gladdened scene
and cleaning it away
the dust is not me
but it does glean things about my
personality
© 2007-02-25, I.D. Carswell
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