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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About Barry Comer
I volunteer as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, http://www.familyscholarhouse.org the Democratic Socialists of America http://www.dsausa.org and teach children with emotional and developmental disabilities.
I have degrees in art and was an art director for 30 years.
