synapses | sonnet nine posted by imani , Thursday, June 9, 2011 at 9:16 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

your hands carve the light that
resonates in the fight, racing against
the impatient shadows of shapes,
songs and lines that trap

the poetry in these words, heaving
the foam on the sea, like the
wind and white thoughts
lost within nights and deaths and

demise, only to wake up the next
morning aroused and bemused and
bespectacled by your silence and

sigh, you glance, you nod, you stare,
you dare and surrender to an
emptiness endless and entangled.