Idol in my Eye
Held at arms reach
come to grasp
and further than stretch
It's otherworldly
and misted and shroud
with beauty and technical pose
I want to attain
and touch and be form
and as long as I see it clearly
the more it eludes
So blur my eyes
and take hold of limb
and of stance and bow
I am spinning
vision distanced
and where am I?
Hands held at a distance
not mine
but theirs
-Matthew Koutzun
1 comment:
What a twist at the end! *sigh*
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