Thursday, February 28, 2019

Narrative Man

Circle your mountain, raven.
Your faith in someone
Else must always fall

To pieces, just like
Your faith in yourself.
Dark sky over luminous
Forest, the sun behind us,

We may safely discuss this.
A marvelous fate,
A novel technology
Animates you, lifts your flight.

You have no narrative arc,
No explanation except
Your gold-lit black silhouette.

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