I ran my will
straight through the middle of
your faults
with a spike made of hope,
but
each one cracked at first
and then grew
wider,
miles and miles of space between
swallowing the reason and logic
housed around you,
devouring each grain of modesty
that sprung from generous roots
planted by those who have loved you
whether recent
or long ago -
so I created a monstrous time bomb
with selfish
false valor
and a ravenous rift
halted the prospect
of my heroes pretense,
doing what I hoped it would,
doing what I feared it could.


10-13-04

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