mrgiles

Poems.

Thursday, March 03, 2005

The Town 10

a hole was dug
so deep
so dark
and noone knows what for

But it was there
Waiting for something.

The velvet of its depths was soft & rich
it had the texture of a rolling, brooding luxury

It was a very deep hole
And much too dark for sight.

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