Poem: The Glass Maze

By: David Francis


I am in the enchantment
never to touch it
like someone else’s garden
but why worry
if it touches me
you do not touch the paintings
in a museum
I go along with that

There is doubtless attraction
between us
but is it of the Void Itself
is it the wall
which we refuse to worship
and yet it is there

Who made the first move
and why is this a chess
of fear
and yet what has been called
a dangerous game
is unthinkable not to play

For some reason we have started
what has no end
a deal has been struck
with imagination

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