Van Allen Beltway

summit

I jumped into

the abyss,

and from

the Pit,

sought the start of a moor–
 

–scrabblin’ through scree, and

leaving lanes

of misrouted memory to

trip up its road

–a longing unwinding—

in a curious hurry

for thinner air.

©Karen Robiscoe

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I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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