Tuesday, May 11, 2010

...fragment of a post-structure...

(folio continues)

The city blockade draws a line in the sand
that the heavenly hosts dare not cross
for fear of falling into our halting metaphors:
entanglement and strangulation.

We fear true beauty and the bloody hand;
the grotesque and grim our only solace,
Our image echoes, a wilderness of mirrors:
cracked and distorted.

(folio cuts off)

-Jon Vowell (c) 2010

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