emptying the spaces

past the patrol

after a few curves

an elephant

and a straightaway

the ghosts rise

like the fin of a shark

cresting the waves

tiny becomes massive

and the window offers a glimpse

for any who care to peak

on their way to see the saint

at the edge of the big river

where the diversion

is all too evident

and my heart aches

past the fort

after a few curves

an indian

and a prude

the domes rise

like cathedrals

to the symphony of night

massive becomes tiny

and the windows offer glimpses

for all who care to seek

on their way to the sky

and the edge of the universe

where the conversion

is all too evident

and my heart aches

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~ by graceshaker on August 19, 2009.

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