A Discharge in Dirt

Posted on July 3, 2010 by

Born dead with blinding light,
we escape the mouth of time tugging back.

Riding the light and the charge,
it is a one-way straddle feeding the volts.

Look up, gaze down – it’s where we end,
a discharge in dirt.

2010 Barry Comer

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