Roaming through the decades,
the polysyllabic histories
nurturing
observation, cataloging
points of origin,
illuminating perfectly
the crescent curve of thought
from its nativity:
the imperfect presence
where time imposes
its own murmuring, idiosyncratic essence
of unique
reality.
The terminal platitude
does not allow retreat.
Formal fallacies
and definite and painful borders lie
between horizons and the eye.
© 2010 Charlotte Merrill Jensen
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