The arrow does not quiver,
pulled from tongue to articulate
language from the heart;
Glowing red ash of comet dust,
fills pointed Orion's arch.
Scorched cigarette eyes that
burned only for astronomic
Recognition,
mapping a planets line in black.
Pick pocketed mind--
Struck out a balanced path
Of magnetic luck drawn,
Invisible moment poised for action;
A bow and target thought.
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 4:37 PM UTC
The arrow does not quiver,
pulled from tongue to articulate
language from the heart;
Glowing red ash of comet dust,
fills pointed Orion's arch.
Scorched cigarette eyes that
burned only for astronomic
Recognition,
mapping a planets line in black.
Pick pocketed mind--
Struck out a balanced path
Of magnetic luck drawn,
Invisible moment poised for action;
A bow and target thought.
