the unbroken line steers
thru you unaffected unphased
sense of purpose
denied
on purpose
over and over
again: you dream of something
meaningful, light not (yet) focused
covering you which is to say
uncovering you
layer after layer
the sounds like velcro
unclothing disrobing
revealing
hey is that you? is that the you
you wanted to reveal?
or,
does that you, catch you, as
much by surprise as
the rest of us?
douglas brent smith
