tom taylor

landscape one

blank in the forest even darkness absent
a vertical blind necessity without direction
movement aimless and silent preparation for
circular paths in maze-like deconstruction

no luck with windows which see out on flat
empty blank, ‘it is written’ addendum clarity
no clue either, may be voices nearby a hum
the character of a standoff reminds one again

these lands occupied or not by forces at play
in the mind of time as has ’no return’ marked
illegible scrawl upside down so strangers not
permit what others are there now but us them