End:

unbending line, you left me looking, infinitely
there's no end, no horizon left
nothing but empty spaces, straight ahead
in circles deep, in rings around the stone that sinks
eyes following down, concentric patterns
repeated over, silent, drowned
a life of patterns, weaving slowly through
carefully designed, perfect in hue
in time the cracks showed through
bringing up inconsistencies and faded backdrops
rotted, mildew of mind too long in darkness
light bound up in curtains heavy, words
left to melt in hot, midsummer corners
leaving, in one day, as time had planned
found the road, but couldn't find the path
and underneath the lines, in wending hell
i looked inside and found them sweeter still

-Kimberly N. Hunt
written 1997

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