What Did I Know

thoughts stall.

hurtle from cliff.

disappear without

echo

in red-rimmed abyss

fathomless

far–

and

knowing

falters, too

–flinging

forward fast—

ricochet-ricochet-ricochet

everything

backward

a dream,

everything forward

a night terror,

building blocks

missing cornerstone–

the rain

lends

rubble

gilded meaning.

About Charron's Chatter

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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