The span of the hand...
The span of the hand
through the eyes of the man -
show him the footpath
and show him the plan...
And though he is blinded
with glasses of black -
he does what he can
and keeps coming back...
The future before him
is narrow and thin -
crazy and mindless
and nothing within....
The moment of meaning
fizzles so quick -
fades in the spanning -
is gone in a tick...
Joy Weare,
2nd May, 2010.
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