Out-Tuned
I have been to dark places
and not fully returned
they are boxes admitting
no light, are dimensional;
though I, in them, am not; there,
time slithers on a spent belly
double tonguing past and future
yet have I no memory or dream
everything not slow, is not at all.
I am subsumed in the dark
as though by choice
as though voiced
as though I
am.
Copyright Julianza Shavin 2008
Edwin
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Spiders do not weave webs as well as you weave poetic images. And that is the truth.
Ted
Be always safe,
Karen