Ant Hill
Here in the bracket
a thousand destinies seem juggled
as dice within a too big box—
and I am one of them.
Whichever way I move
my thought is counted.
There is no number here
that does not help to write the end.
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Quixotic Birds
What travesty is this that so sincere
we let our hearts be stoned with silent fear
till we are caged like some quixotic birds.
Confined by our so knotted twine of words.
The Dragon
The Dragon's teeth are sown
in all the places we have known* * *
and never tournament will part
the teeth from any dragon's heart.
Tangent
The heart is empty.
It has gone downstairs
to the street ....
It walks sullenly
by itself
and will not
give up its monologue.
It wants direction
but reads no map.
Run after it
before you are sorry!
Inside Patterns
You! Lost in a
cyclops hope
on an island
that is yourself.
Ridged in and ridden
by tides of terror
not your own —
but accepted.
On the pronged bit
of indecision
you earn
what you accepted.
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