Monthly Archives: November 2011

(questioning the role of catastrophists)

Lost in the night the shoe went flying, carried by a shrill laugh and scream

gone is the connection far away is the time

With it go the stories of its conception, stitched onto its sole is a tale of torment

from a distant land the world seems unreal.

Tumbling now in slow motion it seems, the tale will continue here

The stitches removed, torn asunder, assembling once again

to fly, encircling inevitable woe

to tumble again, again just so.