Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Tripping

by G. Jack Urso

 

a fiery green universe

crisscrossed by parallel lines

as spiders with a thousand legs

approach

the past diabolical image of time

etch fragrant fragments

of minute happenings

i chance to forget

what makes up my mind

afterimages of time

hang in mid-air

walls writhe in static rhythm

reality is fragile

perception

sprung from a hidden fear

that feeds on my mortality

and trips across

an abandoned morality

 

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