The fence grows like a plant
every day I go to see it
my hands measure its growth
they trail its surface, taking in
all about it, as do my eyes
The fence is warm to the touch
it feels like a human body
carved in wood or ivory
my hands tell of heart beats
pulsations within its structure
How could this be, and in my garden
so full of trite plants, colourful nobodies
this fence arose, pulsating mysteries
maybe even breathing my air, my soul
when I listen carefully, it speaks
one word only: Help! Help! Help!
Mystery upon mystery
while I watch it grow
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-07-09 14:11:32
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