Abstracts of a Periphery

Invoked in eternal stone
Trapped like a limbless mannequin
A gravitation; a magnet
A draw toward infinity

A tableau of infinite falling
Oblivious of the care, the now
Wherein the lies and illustrations that foreshow

An abstract, essence, the supreme abstract of a future
Sound, aural discomfort; drying
I walk as the iconoclast

Under the stirring mast, the elevated might
These weapons of war, weeds of battle

Far beyond the Arctic oceans, unto strata
Opulent moon drawing
Dreams exultant; epic proportions

This…
An isolation.

V. M. Vindheim ©2012

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