We have forgotten the way
through the five-petal path,
our feet calloused
and eyes grown pale.
Just because it was here,
we walked it.
We remember only the spiral
that lives in the walls,
our tongues silent
and fingers too wise.
Just because we cannot leave,
does not mean we wish to.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
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