lo, and behold

Stemming from my original mission to create 365 poems. A culmination of years past and days present.


7 September 2005

36: Vines

The changing syndrome: phases, obtuse.

Nothing linear, about this mathematical life
simplified and proven, one trail remains.
No room for turns, let's be mundane.
How far can we go
in this streamline of safety?
Bordeom's our best friend and our favourite enemy.
Drawing the line to a faithful close,
we're closer to nothing, and yet we are everything
that we've never wanted to be.