in the confusion
of a branching maze
within a puzzle
of choices
and directions
The single path
labyrinth
pulls strongly
from these points
a cross road
where all paths meet
twisting and turning
directly
to the center
of the heart...
LABYRINTH IS A BLOG DEDICATED TO THE PROMOTION OF FREE SPEECH..ALL POEMS OR EXCEPTS ARE ORIGINALLY COMPOSED
Monday, September 20, 2010
Miles...
Miles coloring his horn up and down midnight moon dreams in purple and blue urban skylines polished dry through ashy mist holding onto Coltrane hard boppin' saxophone spinning a trill and talkin' consonants quiet and pretty...
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