[Kay Syrah]

Sight seeing

Consider the sadness
of dubious angels and
incomplete devils,
mysterious strangers,
wandering into
their own duality
wondering if
reconciliation
is more than just
viewing the gorge
spanned by an
insignificant footbridge
of syllabic syncretism,
the crossing seeming
more frightening
but less thrilling
than an odyssey,
more imperative than
just getting to
the edge of the schism.

[Kay Syrah]

Wandering thru
Maturin in a
california winter
weekend, reflecting
on the density
of time as a function
of location and entertainment,
thinking that Melmoth
would ring up a no
sale for the extra 150
since the extra
time could be had for free
in one weekend in bakersfield
or so it seemed to me.