Cast a line

in spatial light

the black encroaches

neon; selfless in a scuff

of casual brevity.

Nonchalant, the decoy plays

with the heart and tumbles

the mind down the eye

leaving latitudes at risk.

Fathomless we seek

the familiar to the swirl

its linear curves .

bespoke renderings

leave pages

scythed of lust

and envy:

. . . that adored in a stroke of ink . . .

February 20th, 2011

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