MEANWHILE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF A STRING

As paintings drip,
painting themselves,
the sun hides up there
while the same sun
exposes itself
far from here.

We are at peace
as we are at war.

We are Legion and
we are
running ourselves
off our own cliff,
while sitting quietly
reading a poem;
nothing amiss.

written on 10/20/2013 by: Matt Kane