Born dead with blinding light,
we escape the mouth of time tugging back.
Riding the light and the charge,
it is a one-way straddle feeding the volts.
Look up, gaze down – it’s where we end,
a discharge in dirt.
2010 Barry Comer
Jul 3, 2010
Jul 3, 2010 at 4:05 PM UTC
Born dead with blinding light,
we escape the mouth of time tugging back.
Riding the light and the charge,
it is a one-way straddle feeding the volts.
Look up, gaze down – it’s where we end,
a discharge in dirt.
2010 Barry Comer
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