“MEANWHILE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF A STRING”

As paintings drip,
painting themselves,
the sun hides up there
while the same sun
exposes itself
far from here.

We are at peace
as we are at war.

We are Legion and
we are
running ourselves
off our own cliff,
while sitting quietly
reading a poem;
nothing amiss.

narrative poem written on 10-20-2013 by: on mattkane.com
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