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© October 29, 2007, Roy Stucky

Your fingertip approaches like a benediction sign.
The motion takes an hour that exists outside of time.
You touch me and the channel opens to the flow
Although the hidden far outweighs the little that we know.
Go slow.

The brave savannah hunter sits now weighing down a chair.
The trek has changed into a game of morphine solitare.
The emerald lush of forest dulls to summer barren plain.
The desert glare will only add itself onto my pain.
No gain.

Your walk into the other room takes you so far away.
I watch the gap expand and wish that you would always stay.
The yellow light is thick like honey poured upon the wall.
I'm stuck atop a telescope that's just about to fall.
So small.

Inversion vision telescopes collapse your sense of time.
The ocean going sailors leave the cautious hands behind.
The doorway frames the lighthouse harbor open toward the sea.
One sailing ship among the freighters' cargo interests me.
Grow free.

 
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