The Black Hole
Lego statues
Standing in a circle
Watching these
On nimble fingers
Lifting gently
Cross the path
Electric wire
Zapping only places
In the circuit.
Keep my doors
That swing wide open
On the hinges of
Unspoken lies and twisted secrets.
Tell a story
In a tale
Wishing only I could mail
Myself into a package
To the moon.
What is it in me
Seeking vastness
Land of dust and total blackness
Even through my plate is full and
Doors are open.
11-16-09
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