Yes the end
looks like a pawpaw tree tiny
flowers that smell like death. Yes
the end is a hatch of mayflies
coating the bridge. Yes the end has
fingers made of iron
touching everything.
Yes the end
swims upstream to the beginning.
No the end
has no voice. No the end is all heart.
No the end is Alaska. No
I have everything. Yes
the end has no reason and never comes.
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6 comments:
"fingers made of iron
touching everything. "
I really liked the image and feeling left by these two lines.
I've always wanted to go to Alaska.
And I'm with Techno — that's one heckuva line.
never?
thanks. I thought that iron fingers bit was pretty week. oh well. thanks.
weak. I meant weak.
stacy - have you seen it yet?
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