By: Jeffrey Mashburn
In a dream remembered, yet to dream
I followed charnel smoke
To the place between the narrowing walls
Birds unbecame
Molecules of sour air
Sweetened.
In that lonely place
Where endless thought unbends
The straight line meets its vanishing point
Teeth cut the thread that loops the knot
Within a world too wide for men
The hero’s journey
Ends.
No forward, back obscured in mist
Sky both cold and new
A hundred meter race of thoughts
Winner ill defined
Surprised, no garland waiting here
Resigned, not to start anew
The slowing end, a zircon diamond
Mined.
Jeffrey L. Mashburn is a Los Angeles social worker. He has not been previously published.
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