a circle does not

we have created asymmetrical geometry in replacement of prayer.

i find myself in the circles right before they are struck into lines,

and as consumption jars my bones from septum to sternum,

i am sure of something escaping from beneath the flesh.

she treads a nicotine haze,

i drift knees-first into the insidious swells of consciousness.

she seeks a savior through submersion, trusting that the darkest depths contain completion for herSelf.

i seek a savior to lift me above the choppy waves and take me to a shore I won’t want to abandon.

we draw lines on maps and underneath words in novels,

and we turn our bodies into lines for beauty and order.

a line sanctions evolvement,

a circle does not.

Contributor:Marina Kovacs-McCaney

Copyright © 2012 Marina Kovacs-McCaney. All Rights Reserved.


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