Blind

by Elizabeth Ann   Sep 27, 2008


Where have I delineated?
When did I bend with my dimension so unforgivably?
I seek an answer but without truth, so invariably morose
I m trapped within my mind s static, held within by some tension.
I am moved by some greater anxiety.
How have I hovered over this crag, too long I can t remember?

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