another unbroken line

 the unbroken line steers

thru you unaffected unphased

sense of purpose

                           denied

on purpose

                  over and over

again: you dream of something

meaningful, light not (yet) focused

covering you which is to say

       uncovering you

layer after layer

          the sounds like velcro

          unclothing disrobing

          revealing

hey is that you? is that the you

you wanted to reveal?

                                     or,

does that you, catch you, as

     much by surprise as

the rest of us?

douglas brent smith