Thursday, April 04, 2013



Locus

The outer locus of identity forms where the sky meets the sea
Far away from land
Faint light wraps the curve of the world in a lost focal point
Yet I will journey there
To the red sunsets on a ship with tall sails and scything keel
Will answers attend me?
At the end of the known sighted world where lost islands wait
Outside of sight and time